Quote#Nature
Christ whose glory fills the skies
Quote byAugustus Toplady · 1740–1778
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: "Hymn XX : A Morning Hymn" in An Appendix : Hymns on Sacred Subjects and Particular Occasions, in The Complete Works of Augustus M. Toplady, B. A. (1869), p. 912; later presented as "Sun of Righteousness, Arise", a morning hymn, in Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895) by Josiah Ho.
English (original)
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.
— Augustus Toplady
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