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.
Today He rose and left the dead,
And Satan’s empire fell;
Today the saints His triumphs 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 the throne.
Hosanna in the highest strains
The Church on earth can raise;
The highest heav’ns, in which He reigns
Shall give Him nobler praise.
