From the Mount of Olives descending
See the multitude draw night;
Low before the Holy One bending,
Hear them all with rapture cry:

Blessed is he that cometh
In the name of the Lord,
Hosanna, hosanna, hosanna
In the highest.
Blessed is he that cometh
In the name of the Lord,
Hosanna, hosanna, hosanna
In the highest.

Some, their highest honor bestowing,
Spread their garments in the way;
Others leafy branches are strewing,
All rejoicing, shout and say:

Blessed is he that cometh
In the name of the Lord,
Hosanna, hosanna, hosanna
In the highest.
Blessed is he that cometh
In the name of the Lord,
Hosanna, hosanna, hosanna
In the highest.

All around the city are crying,
"Who is this?" "What priest or king?"
While within the temple replying,
Hear the children sweetly sing:

Blessed is he that cometh
In the name of the Lord,
Hosanna, hosanna, hosanna
In the highest.
Blessed is he that cometh
In the name of the Lord,
Hosanna, hosanna, hosanna
In the highest.

We, our truthful worship would give thee,
Humbly at thy feet would fall,
In our hearts would gladly receive thee,
Jesus, Savior, Lord of all.

Blessed is he that cometh
In the name of the Lord,
Hosanna, hosanna, hosanna
In the highest.
Blessed is he that cometh
In the name of the Lord,
Hosanna, hosanna, hosanna
In the highest.