Hosanna, with a Cheerful Sound

Verse 1

Hosanna, with a cheerful sound,
To God’s upholding hand;
Ten thousand snares attend us round,
And yet secure we stand.

Verse 2

That was a most amazing power
That rais’d us with a word,
And every day and every hour
We lean upon the Lord.

Verse 3

The evening rests our weary head,
And angels guard the room;
We wake and we admire the bed
That was not made our tomb.

Verse 4

The rising morning can’t assure
That we shall end the day,
For death stands ready at the door
To seize our lives away.

Verse 5

Our breath is forfeited by sin
To God’s revenging law;
We own thy grace, immortal King,
In every gasp we draw.

Verse 6

God is our sun, whose daily light
Our joy and safety brings:
Our feeble flesh lies safe at night
Beneath his shady wings.