This is the day the Lord hath made,

He calls the hours his own;

Let heaven 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’ annointed King,

To David’s holy Son;

Help us, O Lord—descend and bring

Salvation from thy throne.

4 Blessed 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 heavens in which he reigns,

Shall give him nobler praise.