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 To-day arose our glorious Head,
And death's dread empire fell,
To-day the saints his triumph spread,
And all its wonders tell.
3 Hosanna! the anointed King
Ascends his destin'd throne.
To God your grateful homage bring,
And his Messiah own.
4 Blest be the Lord, who came to men
With messages of grace;
Who came in God his Father's name,
To save our sinful race.
5 Hosanna in the highest strains
The church on earth can raise!
The highest heav'ns in which he reigns
Shall give him nobler praise.
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First Line: | This is the day the Lord hath made |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1845 |
Topic: | The Church: Public Worship |