By Charles Wesley

      1.
      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 thy inward light impart,
      cheer 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.