Christ, Whose Glory Fills the Skies
 Author: Charles Wesley (1740)
Christ, whose glory fills the skies,Christ, the true and only light,
Sun of righteousness, arise;Triumph o’er the shades of night.
Day-spring from on high, be near;
Day-star, in my heart appear.
Day-star, in my heart appear.
Dark and cheerless is the morn
Unaccompanied by Thee;
Unaccompanied by Thee;
Joyless is the day’s return
Till Thy mercy’s beams I see,
Till Thy mercy’s beams I see,
Till they inward light impart,
Glad my eyes, and warm my heart.
Glad my eyes, and warm my heart.
Visit then this soul of mine,
Pierce the gloom of sin and grief;
Pierce the gloom of sin and grief;
Fill me, radiancy divine,
Scatter all my unbelief;
Scatter all my unbelief;
More and more Thyself display,
Shining to the perfect day.
Shining to the perfect day.
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