1 Hosanna, with a cheerful sound,
To God's upholding hand;
Ten thousand snares attend us round,
And yet secure we stand.
2 That was a most amazing pow'r
That rais'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 angels guard the room;
We wake, and we admire the bed
That was not made our tomb.
4 The rising morning can't assure
That we shall end the day;
For death stands ready at the door
To seize our lives away.
5 Our breath is forfeited by sin
To God's avenging law;
We own thy grace, immortal King,
In ev'ry gasp we draw.
6 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: | Hosanna with a cheerful sound |
Title: | A hymn for morning or evening |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1793 |