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 triumph 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 name
To save our sinful race.
5 Hosanna in the highest strains
The Church on earth can raise.
The highest heavens, 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)|
|Topic:||Adoration: Lord's Day|