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 thy brightness of heav’n
Thy blood for our ransom so freely was giv’n,
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 our voices in hymning Thy praise
For precept and promise so graciously giv’n,
For blessings of earth, and for glories of heav’n.
|First Line:||We gather, we gather, dear Jesus to bring|
|Author:||J. H. van Harlingen|
|Name:||[We gather, we gather, dear Jesus to bring]|