Charles Wesley, 1740
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Christ, whose glory fills the skies, Thou, 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. 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. |
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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. |
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