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 Blest be the Lord, who comes to men
With messages of grace;
Who comes in God his Father's Naem
To save our fallen 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.
|First Line:||This is the day the Lord hath made|
|Title:||This Is the Day the Lord Hath Made|
|Author:||Isaac Watts (1719)|
|Composer:||Thomas A. Arne (1762)|
|Arranger:||Ralph Harrison (1784)|
|Key:||G Major or modal|