1 This is the day the Lord hath made,
He calls the hours his own;
Let heav'n rejoice, let earth be glad,
And praise surround the throne.
2 To-day he rose and left the dead,
And Satan's empire fell;
To-day the saints his triumphs spread,
And all his wonders tell.
3 Hosanna to th' anointed King,
To David's holy Son!
Help us, O Lord! descend and bring
Salvation from thy throne.
4 Blest be the Lord, who comes to men
With messages of grace;
Who comes in God his Father's name,
To save our sinful race.
5 Hosanna in the highest strains
The church on earth can raise;
The highest heav'ns, in which he reigns,
Shall give him nobler praise.
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First Line: | This is the day the Lord hath made |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1790 |
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Notes: | Part 4 |