1 Hosanna, with a cheerful sound, To God's upholding hand; Ten thousand snares attend us round, And yet secure we stand.
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.
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.
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.
5 Our breath is forfeited by sin To God's revenging law; We own thy grace, immortal King, In every gasp we draw.
6 God is our sun, whose daily light Our joy and safety brings: Our feeble flesh lies safe at night Beneath his shady wings.