"Hosanna in the highest."

1. HOSANNA, loud hosanna

The little children sang :

Through pillared court and temple
The joyful 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
'Midst 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!"

3. 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.

4. "Hosanna in the highest!"
That ancient song we sing;

For Christ is our Redeemer,
The Lord of heaven our King.

Oh, may we ever praise Him

With heart, and life, and voice,
And in His blissful presence

Eternally rejoice!

THRELFALL.

In the flowers, dear Lord, we bring Thee.

My beloved is come down into His garden to gather lilies."

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IN the flowers, dear Lord, we bring Thec,
Fashioned by Thy hand divine,

Robed by Thee in regal splendour,
We but give Thee what is Thine.

Royal roses, stately lilies,

Flowers of every form and hue;
Painted by Thy glorious sunshine,
Nourished with Thy rain and dew.

3. Beauteous, without thought or toiling;
Symbols of Thy tender care,

They, where'er Thy will hath placed them,
Shed their sweetness on the air.

4. From the plants in Thine own garden,
Lord, we bring Thee what is Thine;
Blossoms bathed in dews baptismal,
Fragrant with Thy breath divine.

5. Royal love and meek obedience,
Simple faith and purity,

Bright-eyed hope, content, and gladness,
These Thy gifts we give to Thee.

6. Lord, accept Thy children's offering

Earth's fair flowers, and flowers more sweet;

For Thy holy use we lay them,

Rose of Sharon, at Thy feet. E. WRIGLESWORTH.

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ORD, Thy children's holiday,

Gladden with Thy smile,

Thou, who with Thy chosen friends,
Deigned to rest awhile.

2. Brighter is our merry play,
Sweeter is our rest,

Gentler are our words and ways,
If Thou be our guest.

3. Happy times are in Thy hand,
Hours from labour free,

Telling of Thy tender love,
Draw us nearer Thee.

4. Thine are all the beauteous flowers,
Thine the bird's glad lay,
Thine the gift of friends, whose love
Planned our feast to-day.

5. Thine are all the jewelled stars,
Thine the bright blue sea,
Thee in all, for all we praise
Glory be to Thee.

6. We would brighten others' lives,
Thus our thanks express;

Father, fill us with Thy love,
All Thy children bless.

E. WRIGLESWORTH.