234 C. M. Children’s Hymn. Hosanna! raise the pealing hymn To David’s Son and Lord; With cherubim and seraphim Exalt th’ incarnate Word. 2 Hosanna! Lord, our feeble tongue No lofty strains can raise: But thou wilt not despise the young Who meekly chant thy praise. 3 Hosanna! Sovereign, Prophet, Priest, How vast thy gifts, how free! Thy Blood, our life; thy Word, our feast; Thy Name, our only plea. 4 Hosanna! Master, lo! we bring Our offerings to thy throne; Not gold, nor myrrh, nor mortal thing, But hearts to be thine own. 5 Hosanna! once thy gracious ear Approved a lisping throng; Be gracious still, and deign to hear Our poor but grateful song. 6 O Saviour, if, redeemed by thee, Thy temple we behold, Hosannas through eternity We’ll sing to harps of gold. 235 C. M. Consider the High Priest, etc. Heb. 3:1. Now let our cheerful eyes survey Our great High Priest above, And celebrate his constant care And sympathetic love. 2 Though raised to heaven’s exalted throne Where angels bow around, And high o’er all the hosts of light, With matchless honors crowned— 3 The names of all his saints he bears Deep graven on his heart; Nor shall the weakest Christian say That he has lost his part. 4 Those characters shall fair abide, Our everlasting trust, When gems, and monuments, and crowns, Have moldered down to dust. 5 So, gracious Saviour, on my breast May thy loved name be worn— A sacred ornament and guard, To endless ages borne. 236 C. M. Worthy is the Lamb that was slain. Rev. 5:12. Behold the glories of the Lamb Amidst his Father’s throne; Prepare new honors for his name, And songs before unknown. 2 Let elders worship at his feet, The church adore around, With vials full of odors sweet, And harps of sweeter sound. 3 Now to the Lamb that once was slain, Be endless blessings paid; Salvation, glory, joy, remain For ever on thy head! 4 Thou hast redeemed our souls with blood, Hast set the prisoners free, Hast made us kings and priests to God, And we shall reign with thee. 237 C. M. Christ—all in all. Infinite excellence is thine, Thou lovely Prince of Grace! Thy uncreated beauties shine With never-fading rays. 2 Sinners from earth’s remotest end Come bending at thy feet; To thee their prayers and praise ascend, In thee their wishes meet.