Classic Poem

Hosanna ! yet again,
Another glorious day,
Ye cherubs sing and play,
Ye seraphs swell the strain.

Hail! highly favour'd man,
Thy name and lot transcend
All praise that e'er was penn'd
Since first the verse began.

O dear to Christ supreme,
His bosom friend declar'd,
And yet for all he car'd
With tenderness extreme.

As Benjamin was blest,
When he to Egypt came,
By Joseph full of fame,
And honour'd o'er the rest.

But Christ was meek and poor,
No chariot his to ride,
No Goshen to divide,
No favours to procure.

Yet in his realms above,
Which are the highest heav'n,
First of th' elect elev'n,
Thou claim'st thy master's love.