Christ, Whose Glory Fills the Skies

401 Christ, Whose Glory Fills the Skies

1 Christ, whose glory fills the skies,
   Christ, the true, the 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.

2 Dark and cheerless is the morn,
   Unaccompanied by thee;
   Joyless is the day’s return,
   Till thy mercy’s beams I see;
   Till they inward light 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
                         The Methodist Hymnal, 1964 edition