Classic Poem

Hosanna! let the choir be mann'd,
To God ye distant regions throng,
In one melodious service band,
And glad his presence with a song.

Know Christ is God, the human frame
Is not of mortal will or deed;
His creatures from his hands we came,
His flock upon his pasture feed.

O go your way into his gates,
Approach with thankful heart the veil,
As gratitude his laud relates,
His name with loud applauses hail.

For endless grace the Lord supplies,
And boundless love his word contains;
His truth with his duration vies,
And still from race to race remains.