Poem by Charles Wesley

Morning Hymn

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. 

1. What Could Your Redeemer Do
2. Father, Saviour of Mankind
3. God of Truth, and Pow­er, and Love
4. Jesus, from Whom All Blessings Grow
5. Happy the Souls to Jesus Joined

George MacDonald Morning Hymn ("O Lord of life, thy quickening voice")

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