This is the day the Lord has made,
He calls the hours his own;
Let heav’n rejoice, let earth be glad,
And praise surround the throne.
Today He rose and left the dead,
And Satan’s empire fell;
Today the saints His triumph spread,
And all His wonders tell.
Hosanna to th’ anointed King,
To David’s holy Son!
Help us, O Lord! Descend and bring
Salvation from Your throne.
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.
Hosanna in the highest strains
The church on earth can raise;
The highest heav’ns in which He reigns
Shall give Him nobler praise!