But thou wilt not despise the young
Who meekly chant thy praise.
3 Hosanna! Sovereign, Prophet, Priest,
How vast thy gifts, how free!
Thy Blood, our life; thy Word, our feast;
Thy Name, our only plea.
4 Hosanna! Master, lo! we bring
Our offerings to thy throne;
Not gold, nor myrrh, nor mortal thing,
But hearts to be thine own.