Angels from on high proclaim,

Now he comes—earth’s sovereign King!

Cherubs, seraphs, sound His fame!

Should not, then, all children sing

Hosanna to the Son of David,

Blessed is he that cometh in the name of the Lord!

See the Babe of Bethlehem!

Wise men to Him presents bring;

We are not so rich as they,

Yet we can, though children, sing

Hosanna, &c.

See the men who throng around,

At his wisdom wondering;

We adore Him—and are found

Joined in chorus; children sing

Hosanna, &c.

Pharisees and scribes all hate,

And against Him slander bring;

Do they curse him? we will bless!

Louder, louder, children, sing

Hosanna, &c.

When His glorious work was done,

High he soared on angel’s wing;

Great the victory He hath won,

Joyful anthems let us sing!

Hosanna, &c.