1 What are those soul-re­viv­ing strains,
Which ec­ho thus from Sa­lem’s plains?
What an­thems loud, and loud­er still,
So sweet re­sound from Zi­on’s hill?

2 Lo! ’tis an in­fant chor­us sings,
Hosanna to the King of kings:
The Sav­ior comes! and babes pro­claim
Salvation, sent in Je­sus’ name.

3 Nor these alone their voice shall raise,
For we will join this song of praise;
Still Is­ra­el’s child­ren for­ward press
To hail the Lord their right­eous­ness.

4 Messiah’s name shall joy im­part
Alike to Jew and Gen­tile heart:
He bled for us, He bled for you,
And we will sing ho­san­na, too.

5 Proclaim ho­san­nas loud and clear;
See Da­vid’s Son and Lord ap­pear!
Now glory, praise on earth be giv’n;
Hosanna in the high­est heav­en!