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 and cheerless is the morn
Unaccompanied by thee,
Joyless is the day's return,
Till thy mercy's beams I see;
Till thy inward light impart,
Glad 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.
(C) Charles Wesley
03/13/2017
Best Poems of Charles Wesley
- Hymn Xix: Rejoice Evermore With Angels Above
- Hymn Viii: What Could Your Redeemer Do
- Hymn Xi: God, The Offended God Most High
- Let The Beasts Their Breath Resign
- Hymn Xxi: Ye Simple Souls That Stray
- Sinners, Turn, Why Will Ye Die?
- Wrestling Jacob
- Jesus, We Look To Thee
- Hymn X: Ye Thirsty For God, To Jesus Give Ear
- Thy Faithfulness, Lord
- Hymn Xii: Come, Ye That Love The Lord
- Morning Hymn
- Hymn Xx: Weary Souls, That Wander Wide
- Hymn Xiii: Happy Soul That Free From Harms
- Hymn Xviii: Father, Saviour Of Mankind
- Hymn Xiv: Happy The Man That Finds The Grace
- Hymn Xxiii: Extended On A Cursed Tree
- Hymn Xxviii: Love Divine! What Hast Thou Done!
- O For A Thousand Tongues To Sing
- Come, Sinners, To The Gospel Feast
- For Christmas Day