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 Today He rose and left the dead,
And Satan's empire fell;
Today 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 the 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.