This is the day the Lord hath made
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This is the day the Lord hath made, He calls the hours his own; Let heaven rejoice, let earth be glad, And praise surround his 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 the anointed King, To David's holy Son! O help us, 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 heavens in which he reigns Shall give him nobler praise. |
Hanc diem Dominus dedit, horas sibi asserens cum caelo laeta terra sit; laudetur is sedens. Surrexit hac de mortuis vicitque Satanam; a sanctis hac laudatur is nactus victoriam. "Hosanna!" Regi nunc sonet uncto Davidico. Auxilium o! defer et salutem a throno. Quam bonus praeco gratiae huc, Domine, venis reisque Patris nomine peccantibus subis. Laudabit hic te viribus summis Ecclesia, sed regna quanto melius superna te tua! |