1 We gather, we gather, dear Jesus, to bring
The breathings of love, 'mid the blossoms of spring.
Our maker! Redeemer! we gratefully raise
Our hearts and our voices in hymning Thy praise.
2 When stooping to earth from the brightness of Heav’n,
Thy blood for our ransom so freely was giv’n.
Thou deignedest to listen while children adored,
With joyful hosannas, the blessed of our Lord.
3 Those arms, which embraced little children of old,
Still love to encircle the lambs of the fold.
That grace which invited the wandering home,
Hath never forbidden Thy youngest to come.
4 Hosanna! Hosanna! Great Teacher! we raise
Our hearts and our voices in hymning Thy praise,
For precept and promise so graciously giv’n;
For blessing on earth and glories on Heav’n.
|First Line:||We gather, we gather|
|Author:||J. H. Van Harlingen|
|Source:||New Union Hymns (Philadelphia: American Sunday School Union, 1850)|
|Composer:||G. Kurze (1891)|
|Source:||The Sunday School Chorister (Milwaukee: The Young Churchman Company, 1891)|
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