Hosannah to Jesus on High!

Hosanna to Je­sus on high!

Another has en­tered His rest;

Another es­caped to the sky

And lodged in Im­ma­nu­el’s breast;

The soul of our bro­ther is gone

To height­en the tri­umph ab­ove

Exalted to Je­sus’ bright throne

And clasped in the arms of His love.

What full­ness of rap­ture is there

While Je­sus His glo­ry dis­plays

And pur­ples the heav­en­ly air

And scat­ters the od­ors of grace!

He looks—and His serv­ants in light

The bless­ing in­ef­fa­ble meet;

He smiles—and they faint at the sight

And fall ov­er­whelmed at His feet!

How hap­py the an­gels that fall

Transported at Je­sus’ sweet name!

The saints

whom He soon­est shall call

To share in the feast of the Lamb!

No longer im­pri­soned in clay

Who next from the dun­geon shall fly

Who first shall be sum­moned away?

My mer­ci­ful God—is it I?

O Je­sus

if this be Thy will

That sud­den­ly I should de­part

Thy coun­cil of mer­cy re­veal

And whis­per the call to my heart:

O give me a sig­nal to know

If soon Thou wouldst have me re­move

And leave this dull bo­dy be­low

And fly to the re­gions of love.

Thou know’st in the spir­it of pray­er

I groan for a speedy re­lease

And long I have pined to be there

Where sor­row and mi­se­ry cease:

Where all the temp­ta­tion is past

And loss and af­flict­ion are o’er

And ang­uish is end­ed at last

And trou­ble and death are no more.

Come then to my res­cue (I pray

For this

and for no­thing be­side)

Make rea­dy

and bear me away

Thy weary dis­con­so­late bride:

The days of my mourn­ing and pain

Cut short

and in pi­ty set free

And take me to rest and to reign

For ev­er and ev­er in Thee.