Hosanna We Sing

Hosanna we sing

like the child­ren dear

In the old­en days when the Lord lived here;

He blessed lit­tle child­ren

and smiled on them

While they chant­ed His praise in Je­ru­sa­lem.

Alleluia we sing

like the child­ren bright

With their harps of gold and their rai­ment white

As they fol­low their shep­herd with lov­ing eyes

Through the beau­ti­ful val­leys of para­dise.

Hosanna we sing

for He bends His ear

And re­joic­es the hymns of His own to hear;

We know that His heart will nev­er wax cold

To the lambs that He feeds in His earth­ly fold.

Alleluia we sing in the Church we love

Alleluia re­sounds in the Church ab­ove

To Thy lit­tle ones

Lord

may such grace be giv­en

That we lose not our part in the song of Heav’n.