Hosana
José Wellington
Hosanna
The King of Glory
Took off His crown
Left His throne out of love for me
Humbly He became a servant among us
Conquered death and soon He'll return
Hosanna in the highest
To the King of Glory who comes
Your eyes shine
Brighter than a thousand suns
Your glory comes and manifests among us
Hosanna in the highest
To the King of Glory who comes
And He comes riding over the mountains
And He comes dressed in holiness
And He comes crowned in glory
And He comes to dwell with us
Maranatha, come now
Maranatha, come now
My Beloved King comes
My Beloved King comes
