Sunday Hymn: Christ Whose Glory Fills the Skies

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.

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.

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