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.

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 heav’ns, in which He reigns
Shall give Him nob­ler praise.