1 Hosannah! let us join to sing
The glories of our rising King;
Recount his victories, and tell,
How Jesus triumph'd when he fell.

2 Soon as the morning's earliest ray
Brings on the third, th' appointed day
Behold the angel cleave the skies,
Roll back the stone, and Jesus rise.

3 Ye tribes of Adam, raise the song,
And bid angelick harps prolong
The triumphs of that day of grace,
Which seal'd salvation to our race.

4 Salvation! joy-inspiring theme!
Best gift of him who reigns supreme;
Sweet balm of ev'ry human woe,
And source of boundless joy below.

5 Salvation! sons of men, record
The glories of your rising Lord.
The triumphs of the Saviour tell,
Who died, and conquer'd when he fell.