1 Day of Life, all sorrows ending,
Day when death itself will die,
All the veil of darkness rending
On the mountain, on the sky:
Travailed for in all creation
Light shall now no more delay,
Crowning prayer with swift salvation,
Wiping every tear away.
2 O what blissful joy’s endearing,
Hearts so weary and so sore,
Those who loved His first appearing
Now to see and love Him more!
O what rapture, O what pleasure,
Now no worldly joys to love;
O what sorrow, now no treasure
There to find amassed above!
|First Line:||Day of Life, all sorrows ending|
|Title:||Day Of Life|
|Source:||Author unknown, 12th Century; Occasional Hymns by Herbert Kynaston (London: R. Clay, Son & Taylor, 1862)|
|Notes:||Alternate tunes: PORT-AU-PRINCE by Judson; PUERTO VALLARTA by Annie F. Harrison|
|Composer:||Philip Paul Bliss (1871)|