1. Ho- san- na, loud ho- san- na, the lit- tle child- ren sang; Through pil- lared court and tem- ple the love- ly an- them rang. To Je- sus, Who had blessed them close fold- ed to His breast, The child- ren sang their prais- es, the simp- lest and the best.

2. From O- li- vet they fol- lowed mid an ex- ul- tant crowd, The vic- tor palm branch wa- ving, and chant- ing clear and loud. The Lord of men and an- gels rode on in low- ly state, Nor scorned that lit- tle child- ren should on His bid- ding wait.

3. "Ho- san- na in the high- est!" that an- cient song we sing, For Christ is our Re- dee- mer, the Lord of heav'n our King. O may we ev- er praise Him with heart and life and voice, And in His bliss- ful pre- sence e- ter- nal- ly re- joice!