2 And since the Lord retaineth
His love to children still,
Though now as King He reigneth
On Zion's heavenly hill,
We'll flock around his banner,
Who sits upon his throne,
And cry aloud, Hosanna
To David's royal Son!
3 For should we fail proclaiming
Our great Redeemer's praise,
The stones, our silence shaming,
Would their Hosannas raise.
But shall we only render
The tribute of our words?
No: while our hearts are tender,
They too shall be the Lord's.
III. 5. 8s, 7s, & 4s.
Music in S. S. Chant and Tune Book, p. 78; Oriola, p. 202; Happy Voices, p. 48; Hollister's Service and Tune Book, p. 43.
NCE was heard the song of children
By the Saviour when on earth;
Joyful in the sacred temple
Shouts of youthful praise had birth,
And Hosannas
Loud to David's Son broke forth.
2 Palms of victory strewn around Him,
Garments spread beneath his feet,
Prophet of the Lord they crowned Him,
In fair Salem's crowded street,
While Hosannas
From the lips of children greet.
3 Blessed Saviour, now triumphant,
Glorified and throned on high,
Mortal lays, from man or infant,
Vain to tell thy praise essay;
But Hosannas
Swell the chorus of the sky.
4 God o'er all in heaven reigning,
We this day thy glory sing;
Not with palms thy pathway strewing,
We would loftier tribute bring, —
Glad Hosannas
To our Prophet, Priest, and King.
5 O, though humble is our offering,
Deign accept our grateful lays :
Those from children once proceeding
Thou didst deem "perfected praise."
Now Hosannas,
Saviour, Lord, to Thee we raise.
Music in Sabbath Songs, p. 112.
HEN Jesus left the throne of God,
He chose a humble birth;
like us He trod
A man of grief,
A lowly path on earth.
Hosanna our glad voices raise,
Hosanna to our King!
Could we forget our Saviour's praise,
The stones themselves would sing.
2 Like Him, may we be found below
In wisdom's paths of peace;
Like Him in grace and knowledge grow,
As years and strength increase.
CHORUS.-Hosanna, etc.
3 When Jesus into Salem rode,
The children sang around;
For joy they plucked the palms, and strewed
Their garments on the ground.
CHORUS. Hosanna, etc.
4 O, may we learn to love his name;
That name, divinely sweet,
May every pulse through life proclaim,
And our last breath repeat!
CHORUS.-Hosanna, etc.
Hasted at the early dawn;
Spice she brought, and sweet perfume,
But the Lord she loved had gone.
There awhile she lingering stood,
Asking where her Saviour lay;
Tears she wept, a bitter flood,
Lost in anguish and dismay.
2 Soon her sorrow all was gone,
When she heard his own dear voice
Call her, "Mary."— O! that tone,
How it bade her heart rejoice!
Such a change his word can make,
Turning darkness into day.
Ye who weep for Jesus' sake,
He will wipe your tears away.
Music in S. S. Chant and Tune Book, p. 166.
THE world itself keeps Easter day,
And Easter larks are singing;
And Easter flowers are blooming gay,
And Easter buds are springing:
Alleluia!
The Lord of all things lives anew,
And all his works are rising too :
Alleluia! Alleluia!
Alleluia! Praise the Lord!
2 There stood three Marys by the tomb,
On Easter morning early,
When day had scarcely chased the gloom,
And dew was white and pearly:
With loving but with erring mind,
They come the Prince of Life to find:
Alleluia! Alleluia!
Alleluia ! Praise the Lord!
3 But earlier still the angel sped,
His news of comfort giving;
And "why," he said," among the dead
Thus seek ye for the Living?"
"Go, tell them all, and make them blest;
Tell Peter first, and then the rest."
Alleluia! Alleluia!
Alleluia! Praise the Lord!
4 The world itself keeps Easter day,
And Easter larks are singing;
And Easter flowers are blooming gay,
And Easter buds are springing;
Alleluia!
The Lord is risen as all things tell;
Good Christians, see ye rise as well!
Alleluia! Alleluia!
Alleluia ! Praise the Lord!
2 Break forth in singing,
O world new-born!
Chant the great Easter-tide,
Christ's holy morn.
Chant Him, young sunbeams
Dancing in mirth!
Chant, all ye winds of God,
Coursing the earth!
3 Chant Him, ye laughing flowers,
Fresh from the sod;
Chant Him, wild leaping streams,
Praising your God!
Break from thy winter,
Sad heart, and sing!
Bud with thy blossoms fair;
Christ is thy spring.
4 Come where the Lord hath lain :
Past is the gloom;
See the full eye of day
Smile through the tomb.
Hark! angel voices
Fall from the skies,
Christ hath arisen!
Glad heart, arise!
III. 2. 7s.
Music in Hollister's Service and Tune Book (Supplement), p. 29; Goodrich's Service and Tune Book, p. 92.
ANGELS, roll the rock away!
Death, yield up the mighty prey!
See! the Saviour quits the tomb,
Glowing with immortal bloom.
Alleluia! Alleluia! Christ the Lord is risen to-day!
2 Shout, ye seraphs! angels, raise
Your eternal song of praise!
Let the earth's remotest bound
Echo to the blissful sound.
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