The Light of light.
O DISCLOSE thy lovely face!
Quicken all my drooping powers ;
Grasps my fainting soul for grace,
As a thirsty land for showers:
Hasten , Lord, no more delay;
Come, my Saviour, come away.
2 Dark and cheerless is the morn,
Unaccompanied by thee;
Joyless is the day’s return,
Till thy mercy’s beams I see:
Till thou inward life impart,
Glad my eyes, and warm my heart.
3 Visit then this soul of mine;
Pierce the gloom of sin and grief;
Fill me, Radiancy divine;
Scatter all my unbelief :
More and more thyself display,
Shining to the perfect day.
Charles Wesley
Methodist Episcopal hymnal (1870 edition)
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