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The Book of Praise, |
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LXXIX.
Hosanna ! raise the pealing hymn
To David's Son and Lord ; With Cherubim and Seraphim
Exalt the Incarnate Word.
Hosanna ! Lord, our feeble tongue
No lofty strains can raise : But Thou wilt not despise the young,
Who meekly chant Thy praise.
Hosanna ! Sovereign, Prophet, Priest, How vast Thy gifts, how free !
Thy Blood, our life ; Thy word, our feast; Thy Name, our only plea.
Hosanna ! Master, lo ! we bring Our offerings to Thy Throne ;
Not gold, nor myrrh, nor mortal thing, But hearts to be Thine own.
Hosanna ! once Thy gracious ear
Approved a lisping throng ; Be gracious still, and deign to hear
Our poor but grateful song.
O Saviour, if, redeem'd by Thee,
Thy temple we behold, Hosannas through eternity
We'll sing to harps of gold.
William Henry HavergaL 1833. |
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