1 Hosanna, loud hosanna,
The little children sang;
Through pillared court and temple
The lovely anthem rang;
To Jesus, who had blessed them,
Close folded to His breast,
The children sang their praises,
The simplest and the best.
2 From Olivet they followed
'Mid an exultant crowd,
The victor palm branch waving
And chanting clear and loud;
The Lord of men and angels
Rode on in lowly state,
Nor scorned that little children
Should on His bidding wait.
3 "Hosanna in the highest!"
That ancient song we sing,
For Christ is our Redeemer,
The Lord of heav'n our King;
O may we ever praise Him
With heart and life and voice,
And in His blissful presence
Eternally rejoice!