1 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,
And praise surround the throne.

2 Today He arose and left the dead,
And Satan's empire fell;
Today the saints His triumphs spread,
And all His wonders tell,
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,
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,
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,
Shall give Him nobler praise.