412. 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;
Dayspring from on high, be near;
Day-star, in my heart appear.

2 O disclose thy lovely face!
Quicken all my drooping powers;
Gasps my fainting soul for grace
As a thirsty land for showers.
Haste, my Lord, no more delay;
Come, my Saviour, come away.

3 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 light impart,
Glad my eyes and warm my heart.

4 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.

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First Line: Christ, whose glory fills the skies
Author: Charles Wesley (1707-88)
Language: English
Publication Date: 1986
Topic: The life of holiness: Challenge
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