|118 (3)||Psalm 118 Version 3|
(from v 24)
|THIS is the day the Lord has made,
He calls the hours His own;
Let Heaven rejoice, let earth be glad,
And praise surround the throne.
|2||Today He rose and left the dead,
And Satanís empire fell;
Today the saints His triumphs spread,
And all His wonders tell.
|3||All praises to the anointed King,
To Davidís holy Son!
O help us, Lord, descend and bring
Salvation from Thy throne.
|4||Blest be the Lord, Who comes to man
With messages of grace;
Who comes, in God His Fatherís name,
To save our sinful race.
|5||Hosanna in the highest strains
The church on earth can raise;
The highest heavens in which He reigns
Shall give Him nobler praise.
|Isaac Watts, 1674-1748|