Our mighty God works mighty wonders— What joy, to seem them all around! Men’s idols fall before His thunders, Their altars crumbling to the ground. He breaks the fetters, frees the slaves, His fallen children still He saves.
His mighty Word goes forth to conquer, Its power destroys the forts of doubt. The warriors bold yield up their armor To Him Who will not cast them out. They cleansing find in Jesus’ blood And laud and magnify our God.
Behold the host of brethren nearing The gates of Heav’n with mighty tread, With banners waving, singing, cheering, They hail in joy their Royal Head; And many more shall own His reign, His wondrous love the victory gain.
O God, be praised! the day is nearing, When to our ears a voice shall come, “Look up, the Lord is now appearing, To gather all His loved ones home!” O blessèd day of jubilee! For thee I wait! I wait for thee!
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.
And since the Lord retaineth His love for children still, Though now as King He reigneth On Zion’s heavenly hill, We’ll flock around His banner Who sits upon His throne, And cry aloud, “Hosanna To David’s royal Son!”
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.