Christ, Whose Glory Fills the Skies

 Christ, Whose Glory Fills the Skies

Charles Wesley’s poetry resonates in the soul. This song was in my head when I woke up. I can’t find an online recording that I love, though the men’s chorus in the version above does a good job. 

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.

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.

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.