He calls the hours His own ;
Let heaven rejoice, let earth be glad,
And praise surround the throne.
2 To-day He rose and left the dead,
And Satan's empire fell :
To-day 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 Thy throne.
4 Blest be the Lord who comes to men
With messages of grace ;
Who comes in God His Father's
To save our sinful race. [name
5 Hosanna, in the highest strains
The Church on earth can raise ;
The highest heavens in which He reigns
Shall give Him nobler praise.