Hosanna, loud hosanna is often called a children’s song. I grew up singing it, and so I bring it to you today.
Written by Jeanette Threlfall. This gentle, sweet lady was orphaned young and therefore was raised by her uncle and aunt, and later on she lived with their daughter. She suffered an accident that left her an invalid with a lame limb. This gave her lots of time to write poetry and hymns, some of which are published and about 6 are still in use today.
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;
Bright angels joined the chorus, beyond the cloudless sky,
Hosanna in the highest, glory to God on high!
Fair leaves of silvery olive they strewed upon the ground,
While Salem’s circling mountains echoed the joyful sound;
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!