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

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

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

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

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

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