CATECHISM: HYMNS FOR CHILDREN. We'll flock around His banner, Who sits upon the throne, And cry aloud, Hosanna
To David's royal Son:
Hosanna to Jesus we'll sing. For should we fail proclaiming
Our great Redeemer's praise, The stones, our silence shaming, Would their Hosannas raise. But shall we only render
The tribute of our words? No, while our hearts are tender, They too shall be the Lord's.
Hosanna to Jesus, our King! Amen.
And If I now earnestly seek Him be
low,
I shall see Him and hear Him above:
In that beautiful place He is gone to Igiven;
prepare
For all who are wash'd and forAnd many dear children are gathering there,
For of such is the kingdom of heaven.
But thousands and thousands who wander and fall
Never hear of that heavenly home;
I should like them to know there is room for them all, [ come. And that Jesus has bid them to
I long for that blessèd and glorious
The fairest and brightest and Last, When the dear little children of every clime
Shall crowd to His arms and be bless'd. Amen.
480 WHEN Jesus left His Father's
throne,
He chose an humble birth; Like us, unhonour'd and unknown, He came to dwell on earth.
Like Him may we be found below, In wisdom's of peace;[ grow, Like Him in grace and knowledge As years and strength increase. Sweet were His words and kind His look,
When mothers round Him press'd; Their infants in His arms He took, And on His bosom bless'd. Safe from the world's alluring harms, Beneath His watchful eye, Thus in the circle of His arms May we for ever lie.
When Jesus into Salem rode,
The children sang around;[ strow'd For joy they pluck'd the palms, and Their garments on the ground. Hosanna our glad voices raise, Hosanna to our King! Should we forget our Saviour's praise, The stones themselves would sing. Amen.
481 WHEN, His salvation bringing, To Zion Jesus came, The children all stood singing Hosanna to His name. Nor did their zeal offend Him, But, as He rode along, He let them still attend Him, And smiled to hear their song; Hosanna to Jesus they sang.
And since the Lord retaineth
His love for children still; Though now as King He reigneth On Zion's heavenly hill: 116
482 IT is a thing most wonderful,
to That God's own Son should come from heaven,
And die to save a child like me. And yet I know that it is true:
He came to this poor world below, And wept, and toil'd, and mourn'd and died,
Only because He loved us so.
I cannot tell how He could love
A child so weak and full of sin; His love must be most wonderful, If He could die my love to win. I sometimes think about the cross, And shut my eyes, and try to see The cruel nails, and crown of thorns, And Jesus crucified for me: But, even could I see Him die, I could but see a little part Of that great love, which, like a fire It is most wonderful to know Is always burning in His heart.
His love for me so free and sure; But' tis more wonderful to see
My love for Him so faint and poor.
And yet I want to love Thee, Lord: And I will love Thee more and more, Oh, light the flame within my heart, Until I see Thee as Thou art.
Amen.
483 THERE is a green hill far away. Without a city wall, Where the dear Lord was crucified Who died to save us all.
We may not know, we cannot tell What pains He had to bear, But we believe it was for us
He hung and suffer'd there. He died that we might be forgiven, He died to make us good, That we might go at last to heaven Saved by His precious blood. There was no other good enough To pay the price of sin, He only could unlock the gats Of heaven, and let us in.