1 To-day we come with singing
And gladness in our breast,
Our blooming offerings bringing,
For God has greatly blest.
We spread our flowing banners,
And lift our voices high,
Our hymns and glad hosannas
Resounding thro' the sky.

2 We come with exultation,
A joyful, happy band,
Proclaiming free salvation
To children of our land.
Loud ring the glowing anthem!
Oh, shout, "A Saviour slain!"
And let the mountains echo
The glories of his name.

3 Our souls be fill'd with gladness:
Let rapture swell the breast;
Ten thousand hearts are beating
For children in the West.
Shout, about, ye saints in triumph!
The Conqueror comes to reign;
Let earth exalt her Saviour,
And bless Immanuel's name.