Charles Wesley

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 My God! I know, I feel thee mine, And will not quit my claim Till all I have is lost in thine, And all renewed I am. 2 I hold thee with a trembling hand, But will not let thee go Till steadfastly by faith I stand, And all thy goodness know. 3 When shall I see the welcome hour That plants my God in me! Spirit of health, and life, and power, And perfect liberty! 4 Jesu, thine all-victorious love Shed in my heart abroad! Then shall my feet no longer rove, Rooted and fixed in God. 5 Love only can the conquest win, The strength of sin subdue (Mine own unconquerable sin), And form my soul anew. 6 Love can bow down the stubborn neck, The stone to flesh convert; Soften, and melt, and pierce, and break An adamantine heart. 7 Oh, that in me the sacred fire Might now begin to glow, Burn up the dross of base desire, And make the mountains flow! 8 Oh, that it now from heaven might fall, And all my sins consume! Come, Holy Ghost, for thee I call, Spirit of burning, come! 9 Refining fire, go through my heart, Illuminate my soul; Scatter thy life through every part, And sanctify the whole. 10 Sorrow and sin shall then expire, While, entered into rest, I only live my God t’admire— My God forever blest. 11 No longer then my heart shall mourn, While purified by grace I only for his glory burn, And always see his face. 12 My steadfast soul, from falling free, Shall then no longer move; But Christ be all the world to me, And all my heart be love.

1 Come on, my partners in distress, My comrades through the wilderness, Who still your bodies feel; Awhile forget your griefs and fears, And look beyond this vale of tears To that celestial hill. 2 Beyond the bounds of time and space Look forward to that heavenly place, The saints’ secure abode; On faith’s strong eagle pinions rise, And force your passage to the skies, And scale the mount of God. 3 Who suffer with our Master here, We shall before his face appear, And by his side sit down; To patient faith the prize is sure, And all that to the end endure The cross, shall wear the crown. 4 Thrice blessed bliss-inspiring hope! It lifts the fainting spirits up, It brings to life the dead; Our conflicts here shall soon be past, And you and I ascend at last Triumphant with our head. 5 The great mysterious Deity We soon with open face shall see; The beatific sight Shall fill heaven’s sounding courts with praise, And wide diffuse the golden blaze Of everlasting light. 6 The Father shining on his throne, The glorious, co-eternal Son, The Spirit, one and seven, Conspire our rapture to complete, And lo! we fall before his feet, And silence heightens heaven. 7 In hope of that ecstatic pause, Jesu, we now sustain the cross, And at thy footstool fall, Till thou our hidden life reveal, Till thou our ravished spirits fill, And God is all in all.

Hark! the herald Angels sing, Glory to the new-born King, Peace on earth and mercy mild, God and sinner reconcil’d. Hark! the herald Angels sing, Glory to the new-born King. Joyful all ye nations rise, Join the triumph of the skies, With the angelic host proclaim, Christ is born in Bethlehem. Hark! the herald Angels sing, Glory to the new-born King. Christ by highest Heaven ador’d, Christ the everlasting Lord! Late in time behold him come, Offspring of a virgin’s womb. Hark! the herald Angels sing, Glory to the new-born King. Veiled in flesh the Godhead see, Hail, the incarnate Deity, Pleased as Man with man to dwell, Jesus our Immanuel! Hark! the herald Angels sing, Glory to the new-born King. Hail the Heaven-born Prince of Peace! Hail the Sun of Righteousness! Light and life to all he brings, Risen with healing in his wings. Hark! the herald Angels sing, Glory to the new-born King. Mild he lays his glory by, Born that man no more may die, Born to raise the sons of earth, Born to give them second birth. Hark! the herald Angels sing, Glory to the new-born King.

Hark, how all the welkin rings, “Glory to the King of kings; Peace on earth, and mercy mild, God and sinners reconcil’d!” Joyful, all ye nations, rise, Join the triumph of the skies; Universal nature say, “Christ the Lord is born to-day!” Christ, by highest Heaven ador’d, Christ, the everlasting Lord: Late in time behold him come, Offspring of a virgin’s womb! Veil’d in flesh, the Godhead see, Hail th’ incarnate Deity! Pleas’d as man with men to appear, Jesus, our Immanuel here! Hail, the heavenly Prince of Peace, Hail, the Sun of Righteousness! Light and life to all he brings, Risen with healing in his wings. Mild he lays his glory by, Born that man no more may die; Born to raise the sons of earth; Born to give them second birth. Come, desire of nations, come, Fix in us thy humble home; Rise, the woman’s conquering seed, Bruise in us the serpent’s head. Now display thy saving power, Ruin’d nature now restore; Now in mystic union join Thine to ours, and ours to thine. Adam’s likeness, Lord, efface, Stamp thy image in its place. Second Adam from above, Reinstate us in thy love. Let us thee, though lost, regain, Thee, the life, the inner man: O, to all thyself impart, Form’d in each believing heart.