Classic Poem

What are these with palm and song
Round the Saviour's feet who throng?
Wherefore is that mountain road
With their festal garments strow'd?
Parents, children, welcoming
Zion's Son and Zion's King,
Shouts of glad Hosannas raise
With their love to crown His praise.

Lo, upon a holier mount,
Multitudes no tongue can count,
With celestial harpings chant
Hallelujahs jubilant.
Hark, their everlasting song
Through the ages rolls along;
Glory won and sin forgiven,
Theirs the perfect bliss of heaven.

Blessèd Jesu, grant that we
Here may serve and worship Thee;
Loveliness and love Thou art,
Write Thy name upon our heart;
Help us gladly, Lord, to bring
Costliest gift and offering
To the footstool of Thy throne,
Thine ourselves and Thine alone.

Jesu, Thou wilt come again
Not to suffer, but to reign;
May we Thee with rapture meet;
Fall adoring at Thy feet;
With Thy saints and angels rise
To our mansions in the skies,
Hallelujahs there to Thee
Singing through eternity.