This is the day the Lord hath made He calls the hours His own; Let heaven rejoice, let earth be glad; And praise surround the throne

To-day He rose and left the dead, And Satan's empire fell; To-day the saints His triumph spread, And all His wonders tell.

Hosanna to the anointed King, To David's holy Son! Help us a Lord! descend and bring Salvation from Thy 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 heavens in which He reigns Shall give Him nobler praise.