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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;
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: Charles Wesley, 1740
MUSIC: Malcolm Williamson (b. 1931)
Scripture: Proverbs 4:18 Malachi 4:2 Luke 1:78
Theme: Morning and Opening Hymns