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 Thy 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