726    7s     C. Wesley
“I am ... the bright and morning star.” Rev. 22. 16

1 Christ, whose glory fills the skies,
  Christ, the true, the only Light,
  Sun of Righteousness, arise,
  Triumph o’er the shades of night;
  Day-spring 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.

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.