Hosanna to the royal son
Of David’s ancient line!
His natures two, his person one,
Mysterious and divine.
The root of David, here we find,
And offspring, are the same:
Eternity and time are joined
In our Immanuel’s name.
Blest he that comes to wretched man
With peaceful news from Heaven!
Hosannas, of the highest strain,
To Christ the Lord be given.
Let mortals ne’er refuse to take
The Hosanna on their tongues,
Lest rocks and stones should rise and break
Their silence into songs.
Isaac Watts (1674-1748)