1 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.
2 From Olivet they followed
  
mid an exultant crowd,
  
the victory palm branch waving,
  
and chanting clear and loud.
  
The Lord of earth and heaven
  
rode on in lowly state,
  
nor scorned that little children
  
should on his bidding wait.
3 "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.
                        
  Jeanette Threlfall
                        
The Methodist Hymnal, 1964 edition
<idle musing>
Not a terribly popular hymn, only occurring in about 160 hymnals. The biography of the author (linked to above) says this:
The sacred poems are not very well wrought, nor at all noticeable in thought or sentiment. But all through one feels that a sweet spirit utters itself.Not a bad characteristic, I would say. I'd rather hear a sweet spirit than most of what I hear today…
</idle musing>
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