Angels from on high proclaim, Now he comes—earth’s sovereign King! Cherubs, seraphs, sound His fame! Should not, then, all children sing Hosanna to the Son of David, Blessed is he that cometh in the name of the Lord! See the Babe of Bethlehem! Wise men to Him presents bring; We are not so rich as they, Yet we can, though children, sing Hosanna, &c. See the men who throng around, At his wisdom wondering; We adore Him—and are found Joined in chorus; children sing Hosanna, &c. Pharisees and scribes all hate, And against Him slander bring; Do they curse him? we will bless! Louder, louder, children, sing Hosanna, &c. When His glorious work was done, High he soared on angel’s wing; Great the victory He hath won, Joyful anthems let us sing! Hosanna, &c. 70. From all that dwell below the skies, Let the Redeemer’s praise arise; Let the Creator’s name be sung Through every land, by every tongue. Eternal are thy mercies, Lord, Eternal truth attends thy word; Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore, Till suns shall rise and set no more. 71. Saviour and Lord of all, we lift our souls to Thee; Guide us and guard us, whate’er our lot may be. When we are full of grief, victims of anxious fear, Save us—oh, save us! Jesus, be near. Brighten our darkest hour, till the last hour shall come: Then, in Thy power, oh take us home! Gracious Deliverer, how long wilt Thou delay? O gracious Saviour, bear us away! 72. Jesus, who lived above the sky, Came down to be a man and die: And in the Bible we may see, How very good he used to be. He went about, He was so kind, To cure poor people who were blind; And many who were sick and lame, He pitied them, and did the same. And, more than that, He told them, too, The things that God would have them do; And was so gentle and so mild, He would have listened to a child. But such a cruel death he died! He was hung up and crucified! And those kind hands that did such good, They nailed them to a cross of wood. And so He died!—and this is why He came to be a man and die: The Bible says He came from Heaven, That we might have our sins forgiven. He knew how wicked man had been, And knew that God must punish sin; So, out of pity, Jesus said, He’d bear the punishment instead. 73. Mortals, awake! with angels join, And chant the solemn lay; Joy, love, and gratitude combine To hail th’ auspicious day. In heaven the rapturous song began, And sweet seraphic fire Through all the shining legions ran, And strung and tuned the lyre.