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!