When, His salvation bringing,
To Zion Jesus came,
The children all stood singing
Hosanna to His name.
Nor did their zeal offend Him,
But, as He rode along,
He bade them still attend Him,
And loved to hear their song.

Then since the Lord retaineth
His love for children still,
Though not as king He reigneth,
On Zion’s holy hill,
We’ll flock around His banner,
Who sits upon God’s throne,
And sing aloud, Hosanna
To God the Father’s Son!

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, but with hearts made tender,
Our all shall be the Lord’s.