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 Hosanna in the highest strains
the church on earth can raise!
The highest heav'ns in which He reigns,
shall give Him nobler praise.