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Psalm 118 Part 4

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, Shall give him nobler praise.