Christ, whose glory fills the skies,
Christ, the true, the only light.
Son of righteousness arise,
Triumph over shades of night;
Dayspring from on high be near,
Daystar, in my heart appear.
Visit then this soul of mine,
Pierce the gloom of sin and grief;
Fill me, radiancy divine,
Scatter all my unbelief;
More and more yourself display,
Shining to the perfect day.
~Charles Wesley 1740