Your King Comes to You!
Rejoice greatly, O daughter of Zion!
Shout, daughter of Jerusalem!
See, your king comes to you;
righteous and having salvation,
gentle and riding on a donkey,
on a colt, the foal of a donkey.
Hosanna, Loud Hosanna
“Hosanna, loud hosanna”, The little children sang;
Thro’ pillared court and temple The lovely anthem rang.
To Jesus, who had blessed them Close folded to His breast,
The children sang their praises, The simplest and the best.
From Olivet they followed ‘Mid an exultant crowd,
The victor palm branch waving, And chanting clear and loud.
The Lord of earth and heaven Rode on in lowly state,
Nor scorned that little children Should on His bidding wait.
“Hosanna in the highest!” That ancient song we sing,
For Christ is our Redeemer, The Lord of heav’n, our King.
O may we ever praise Him With heart and life and voice,
And in His blissful presence Eternally rejoice!
These are lyrics to an old hymn from Germany, the music written in 1784, the words penned by Jeannette Threlfall in 1873.
Preparing our hearts for Easter.