Today, they sing "Hosanna..."

And yet He comes
The children cheer
With palms His path is strown
With ev'ry step the cross draws near
The King of Glory's throne
Astride a colt He passes by
As loud hosannas ring
Or else the very stones would cry
"Behold, behold your King!"
("No Tramp of Soldiers' Marching Feet," v 1)