MORNING

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.

Dark & 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 & warm my heart.

Visit then this soul of mine!
Pierce the gloom of sin & grief!
Fill me, radiancy divine; scatter all my unbelief;
more & more thyself display
shining to the perfect day.

(charles wesley, 1707-1788)