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 heaven,
Thy blood for our ransom so freely was given,
Thou deignedst to listen while children adored,
With joyful hosannas, the Blest of the Lord.
3 Those arms, which embraced little children of old
Still love to encircle the lambs of the fold;
That grace which inviteth the wandering home
Hath never forbidden the youngest to come.
4 Hosanna! Hosanna! Great Teacher, we raise
Our hearts and or voices in hymning Thy praise
For precept and promise so graciously given,
For blessings of earth, and for glories of heaven.
|First Line:||We gather, we gather, dear Jesus, to bring|
|Title:||We Gather, We Gather, Dear Jesus, to Bring|
|Author:||J. H. van Harlingen|