Hark! how the children shrill and high
Hosanna cry,
Their joys provoke the distant sky,
Where thrones and sersaphims reply,
And their own angels shine and sing
In a bright ring:
Such young, sweet mirth
Makes heaven and earth
Join in a joyful symphony.
Hosanna cry,
Their joys provoke the distant sky,
Where thrones and sersaphims reply,
And their own angels shine and sing
In a bright ring:
Such young, sweet mirth
Makes heaven and earth
Join in a joyful symphony.
Olvasták: 634
