Hosanna Sunday
We are hardly worthy to praise Your name,
You who are seated on a lofty throne,
You whom the seraphim praise with great joy,
singing, "Holy, Holy, Holy," on high!
The cherubim beneath You bless Your deeds,
with rush of wind and fire hymn Your light.
We are hardly worthy of Your mercy,
but we will sing Your praise at Your coming:
Hosanna, Hosanna, Son of David!
We are hardly worthy to praise your name!
As the Father was traded for a calf
beneath the thundering mountain of law,
so the Son was traded for a robber,
so the Spirit is traded for repute
among the errant nations of the world.
We are hardly worthy of Your mercy,
but we will sing Your praise at Your coming:
Hosanna, Hosanna, Son of David!
We are hardly worthy to praise your name,
You who in the desert were set aside,
You who in Zion shall be crucified,
the women weeping at your slaughtered feet.
But mercy in You lets us to be saved,
we who dishonored You are raised on high.
We are hardly worthy of Your mercy,
but we will sing Your praise at Your coming:
Hosanna, Hosanna, Son of David!
We are hardly worthy to praise Your name;
divinity rode on humanity;
You chose an ass's colt to be Your steed;
You chose the acclamation of children;
from mouths of babes You have drawn Your defense;
You have taken sinners and made them pure.
Zion grew uneasy at Your entry,
but we will sing Your praise at Your coming:
Hosanna, Hosanna, Son of David!
