1 We gather, we gather, dear Jesus, to bring
The breathings of love 'mid the blossoms of spring;
Our Maker Redeemer, we gratefully raise
Our hearts and our voices in hymning Thy praise,
Our hearts and our voices in hymning Thy praise.

2 When stooping to earth from the brightness of heaven,
Thy blood for our ransom so freely was given,
Thou deignedst to listen while children adored,
With joyful Hosannas, the blest of the Lord,
With joyful Hosannas, the blest of the Lord.

3 Those arms, which embraced little children of old,
Still love to encircle the lambs of the fold;
That grace which inviteth the wandering home,
Hath never forbidden the youngest to come,
Hath never forbidden the youngest to come.

4 Hosanna! Hosanna! Great Teacher, we raise
Our hearts and our voices in hymning Thy praise;
For precept and promise so graciously given,
For blessings of earth, and for glories of heaven,
For blessings of earth, and for glories of heaven.