Christ whose glory fills the skies

The Northern Ireland Exam Board kindly let me spend Friday night in the Hilton Hotel in Belfast. This is the view which greeted me at 7.00 am on Saturday from my bedroom window on the 8th floor. The sun was just about to rise - and the River Lagan reflected the glory of the early morning sky.

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.

Dark and 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, 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.

I think these words by Charles Wesley are simply perfect.

Have a Happy Sunday!