Psalm 118 (Version 4, Part 4)

This is the day the Lord hath made,

He calls the hours his own;

Let heaven rejoice, let earth be glad,

And praise surround the throne.

To-day he rose and left the dead,

And Satan's empire fell;

To-day 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 heavens, in which he reigns,

Shall give him nobler praise.