Hosanna to the roy­al Son
Of Da­vid’s an­cient line,
His na­tures two, His per­son one,
Mysterious and di­vine.

The root of Da­vid here we find,
And off­spring is the same;
Eternity and time are joined
In our Im­ma­nu­el’s name.

Blest He that comes to wretch­ed men
With peace­ful news from Heav’n;
Hosannas of the high­est strain
To Christ the Lord be giv’n.

Let mor­tals ne’er re­fuse to take
Th’hosanna on their tongues,
Lest rocks and stones should rise, and break
Their si­lence in­to songs.