1
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.
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 heavens in which He reigns
Shall give Him nobler praise.
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Words: Isaac Watts (1719)
Tune: ARLINGTON Thomas A. Arne (1762)
This is the day the Lord hath made