Hosanna, Loud Hosanna
Hosanna, Loud Hosanna
Hosanna, loud hosanna
The little children sang;
Through 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 men and angels
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 heaven our King.
O may we ever praise Him
With heart and life and voice,
And in His blissful presence
Eternally rejoice!
THE TRIUMPHAL ENTRY into Jerusalem was the scene of a curious exchange between Jesus and the religious leaders of the day. A crowd was following Jesus, waving palms and singing, “Hosanna!” This term, literally “Lord, save us!” was also a cry of praise.
This crowd included a number of children, no doubt caught up in the excitement of the day. The leaders asked Jesus to tell the children to stop. “Do you hear what these children are saying?” they asked Jesus. Yes, Jesus said, quoting Psalm 8:2, “You have taught children and infants to give you praise” (Matthew 21:16).
Jeannette Threlfall had many reasons not to praise God. Orphaned young, shuttled among relatives, she was injured in an accident and became an invalid. Yet she remained cheery and faithful, penning many Christian poems and hymns.
A large crowd of Passover visitors took palm branches and went down the road to meet [Jesus]. They shouted, “Praise God! Blessings on the one who comes in the name of the Lord! Hail to the King of Israel!”
John 12:12-13
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