1 Christ, whose glory fills the skies,
Christ, the true, the only Light,
Sun of Righteousness, arise,
Triumph o’er the shades of night;
Dayspring 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,
Cheer 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.
|First Line:||Christ, whose glory fills the skies|
|Title:||Christ, Whose Glory Fills the Skies|
|Author:||Charles Wesley (1740)|
|Scripture:||Proverbs 4:18; Malachi 4:2; Luke 1:78|
|Topic:||Jesus Christ: Praise; Morning and Opening Hymns|
|Source:||Freylinghousen's Gesangbuch, 1704; Rev. in Werner's Choralbuch, 1815 Old Church Psalmody, 1847, as in|