Classic Poem

Hosanna! people of all lands
Unite your voices, lift your hands,
And to the Lord repair,
And thankful fall upon your face,
And hail with songs the throne of grace,
And shew your gladness there.

Yourselves in this belief confirm,
That man his talent and his term
Are God's, and not his own;
We are the flock he folds and feeds
With milk and honey in his meads,
The Lord is God alone.

O go, but send your song before,
Into his courts, his temple door,
His name in anthems raise—
Give thanks the soul's immortal food,
And speak him great, and speak him good,
Your hearts with rapture blaze.

For race by race he is renown'd
In mercies which to peace abound,
In truth reveal'd and taught;
And gracious is the Lord of love,
Above all estimate, above
The flight of time and thought.