Christ, Whose Glory Fills the Sky

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; 
	Daystar, 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.

Words by:

Charles Wesley
Music by:

J.G. Werner's Choralbuch;
harm. by William H. Havergal