1 Hosannah with a cheerful sound
To God's upholding hand!
Ten thousand snares our path surround,
And yet secure we stand.
2 How wondrous is that mighty pow'r
Which form'd us with a word!
And ev'ry day, and ev'ry hour,
We lean upon the Lord.
3 The ev'ning rests our weary head,
And mercy guards the room;
We wake, and we admire the bed
That was not made our tomb.
4 The rising morning cannot assure,
That we shall end the day;
For death stands ready at the door
To take our lives away.
5 God is our sun, whose daily light
Our joy and safety brings;
Our feeble flesh lies safe at night
Beneath his shady wings.
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First Line: | Hosannah with a cheerful sound |
Meter: | C. M. |
Publication Date: | 1828 |
Topic: | Hymn for morning and evening; The Lord's Day: Morning |