| There was a time when children sangThe Savior’s praise with sacred glee,
 And all the hills of Judah rang
 With their exulting jubilee.
 O to have joined their rapturous songs,And swelled their sweet hosannas high,
 And blessed Him with our feeble tongues
 As He, the Man of grief, went by!
 But Christ is now a glorious King,And angels in His presence bow;
 The humble songs that we can sing,
 O will He, can He, hear them now?
 He can, He will, He loves to hearThe notes which loving children raise;
 Jesus, we come with trembling fear:
 O teach our hearts and tongues to praise!
 We join the hosts around Thy throne,Who once, like us, the desert trod;
 And thus we make their song our own,
 Hosanna to the Son of God!
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