Hymn 2:8 [Hosanna, With A Cheerful Sound]

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Title:     Hymn 2:8 [Hosanna, With A Cheerful Sound]
Author: Isaac Watts [More Titles by Watts]

A hymn for morning or evening.

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 rais'd 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.

[The end]
Isaac Watts's poem: Hymn 2:8 [hosanna, With A Cheerful Sound]

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