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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 Thou inward light impart,
Touch 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.
Charles Wesley, 1707-88