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    ETERNAL
  
  
    DAY.
  
  
    C.
  
  
    M.
  
  
    D.
  
    "He
  
  
    became
  
  
    the
  
  
    author
  
  
    of
  
  
    eternal
  
  
    salvation
  
  
    unto
  
  
    all
  
  
    them
  
  
    that
  
  
    obey
  
  
    him."
  
  
    Heb.
  
  
    5:9.
  
    Charles
  
  
    Wesley,
  
  
    1759.
  
  
    Key
  
  
    of
  
  
    D.
  
  
    Minor.
  
    Music
  
  
    Original,
  
  
    by
  
  
    J.
  
  
    P.
  
  
    Rees,
  
  
    1859.
  
  
    Alto,
  
  
    S.
  
  
    M.
  
  
    Denson,
  
  
    1911.
  
    1. O
  
  
    what
  
  
    of
  
  
    all
  
  
    my
  
  
    sufferings
  
  
    here,
  
  
    if,
  
  
    Lord,
  
  
    thou
  
  
    count
  
  
    me
  
  
    meet
  
    With
  
  
    that
  
  
    enraptured
  
  
    host
  
  
    t'ap-pear
  
    Riv-ers
  
  
    of
  
  
    life
  
  
    divine
  
  
    I
  
  
    see,
  
    And
  
  
    wor-ship
  
  
    at
  
  
    thy
  
  
    feet.
  
    And
  
  
    trees
  
  
    of
  
  
    par
  
  
    -
  
  
    a
  
  
    -
  
  
    dise.
  
    2. O
  
  
    what
  
  
    hath
  
  
    Jesus
  
  
    bought
  
  
    for
  
  
    me;
  
  
    Before
  
  
    my
  
  
    ravished
  
  
    eyes.
  
    With
  
  
    that
  
  
    enraptured
  
  
    host
  
  
    t'appear...
  
    Rivers
  
  
    of
  
  
    life
  
  
    di-vine
  
  
    I
  
  
    see,...
  
    And
  
  
    worship
  
  
    at
  
  
    thy
  
  
    feet.
  
    And
  
  
    trees
  
  
    of
  
  
    par
  
  
    -
  
  
    a
  
  
    -
  
  
    dise.
  
    With
  
  
    that
  
  
    enraptured
  
  
    host
  
  
    t'appear,With
  
  
    that
  
  
    enraptured
  
  
    host
  
  
    t'appear,
  
  
    And worship
  
  
    at
  
  
    thy
  
  
    feet.
  
  
    Give
  
    Riv-ers
  
  
    of
  
  
    life
  
  
    di-vine
  
  
    I
  
  
    see,
  
  
    Riv-ers
  
  
    of
  
  
    life
  
  
    di
  
  
    -
  
  
    vine
  
  
    I
  
  
    see,
  
  
    and
  
  
    trees
  
  
    of
  
  
    par
  
  
    -
  
  
    a-dise
  
  
    I
  
    Give
  
  
    joy
  
  
    or
  
  
    grief,
  
  
    give
  
  
    ease
  
  
    or
  
  
    pain,
  
  
    Take
  
  
    life
  
  
    or
  
  
    friends
  
  
    away,
  
  
    But
  
  
    let
  
  
    me
  
  
    find
  
  
    them
  
  
    all
  
  
    again...
  
  
    In
  
  
    that
  
  
    eternal
  
  
    day
  
    I
  
  
    see
  
  
    a
  
  
    world
  
  
    of
  
  
    spirits
  
  
    bright,
  
  
    Who
  
  
    taste
  
  
    the
  
  
    pleas-ures
  
  
    there,
  
  
    They
  
  
    all
  
  
    are
  
  
    robed
  
  
    in
  
  
    spotless
  
  
    white,
  
  
    And
  
  
    conquering
  
  
    palms
  
  
    they
  
  
    bear.
  
    Give
  
  
    joy
  
  
    or
  
  
    grief,
  
  
    give
  
  
    ease
  
  
    or
  
  
    pain,
  
    I
  
  
    see
  
  
    a
  
  
    world
  
  
    of
  
  
    spirits
  
  
    bright,
  
    Take
  
  
    life
  
  
    or
  
  
    friends
  
  
    away,
  
    Who
  
  
    taste
  
  
    the
  
  
    pleasures
  
  
    there;
  
    But
  
  
    let
  
  
    me
  
  
    find
  
  
    them
  
  
    all
  
  
    a-gain,
  
  
    In
  
  
    that
  
  
    eternal
  
  
    day.
  
    They
  
  
    all
  
  
    are
  
  
    robed
  
  
    in
  
  
    spotless
  
  
    white
  
  
    And
  
  
    conquering
  
  
    palms
  
  
    they
  
  
    bear
  
    Give
  
  
    joy
  
  
    or
  
  
    grief,
  
  
    give
  
  
    ease
  
  
    or
  
  
    pain,
  
    I
  
  
    see
  
  
    a
  
  
    world
  
  
    of
  
  
    spirits
  
  
    bright,
  
    Take
  
  
    life
  
  
    or
  
  
    friends,
  
  
    away.
  
    Who
  
  
    taste
  
  
    the
  
  
    pleasures
  
  
    there.
  
    But
  
  
    let
  
  
    me
  
  
    find
  
  
    them
  
  
    all
  
  
    a-gain...
  
  
    In
  
  
    that
  
  
    eternal
  
  
    day.
  
    They
  
  
    all
  
  
    are
  
  
    robed
  
  
    in
  
  
    spotless
  
  
    white,
  
  
    And
  
  
    counquring
  
  
    palms
  
  
    they
  
  
    bear.
  
    joy
  
  
    or
  
  
    grief,
  
  
    give
  
  
    ease
  
  
    or
  
  
    pain,...
  
    see
  
  
    a
  
  
    world
  
  
    of
  
  
    spir
  
  
    -its
  
  
    bright, ...
  
    Take
  
  
    life
  
  
    or
  
  
    friends
  
  
    away.
  
    Who
  
  
    taste
  
  
    the
  
  
    pleasures
  
  
    there.
  
    But
  
  
    let
  
  
    me
  
  
    find
  
  
    them
  
  
    all
  
  
    a-gain...
  
  
    In
  
  
    that
  
  
    eternal
  
  
    day.
  
    They
  
  
    all
  
  
    are
  
  
    robed
  
  
    in
  
  
    spotless
  
  
    white,
  
  
    And
  
  
    conquring
  
  
    palms
  
  
    they
  
  
    bear.
  
    The
  
  
    words
  
  
    of
  
  
    the
  
  
    above
  
  
    hymn
  
  
    were
  
  
    composed
  
  
    by
  
  
    Rev.
  
  
    Chas.
  
  
    Wesley,
  
  
    in
  
  
    1759.
  
  
    It
  
  
    was
  
  
    published
  
  
    in
  
  
    funeral
  
  
    hymn
  
  
    2nd
  
  
    series.
  
  
    The
  
  
    three
  
  
    stanzas
  
  
    appearing
  
  
    in
  
  
    the
  
    Methodist
  
  
    Hymn
  
  
    Book,
  
  
    by
  
  
    Tillet
  
  
    in
  
  
    1889,
  
  
    No.
  
  
    646
  
  
    are
  
  
    the
  
  
    1st
  
  
    and
  
  
    2nd
  
  
    verses
  
  
    appearing
  
  
    in
  
  
    this
  
  
    tune
  
  
    is
  
  
    the
  
  
    last
  
  
    verse
  
  
    of
  
  
    the
  
  
    hymn,
  
  
    as
  
  
    it
  
  
    appears
  
  
    in
  
  
    the
  
  
    Methodist
  
  
    hmn
  
    book,
  
  
    but
  
  
    we
  
  
    have
  
  
    printed
  
  
    it
  
  
    and
  
  
    let
  
  
    it
  
  
    remain
  
  
    as
  
  
    it
  
  
    was
  
  
    published
  
  
    by
  
  
    Prof.
  
  
    J.
  
  
    P.
  
  
    Rees
  
  
    when
  
  
    he
  
  
    composed
  
  
    the
  
  
    tune
  
  
    in
  
  
    1859.
  
  
    See
  
  
    various
  
  
    sketches
  
  
    of
  
  
    J.
  
  
    P.
  
  
    Rees,
  
  
    the
  
    author
  
  
    of
  
  
    the
  
  
    music
  
  
    connected
  
  
    with
  
  
    his
  
  
    different
  
  
    tunes
  
  
    in
  
  
    this
  
  
    volume
  
  
    "Original
  
  
    Sacred
  
  
    Harp."