Christ, whose glory fills the skies, that famous plant Thou art

Verse 1
Christ, whose glory fills the skies,
That famous plant thou art!
Tree of life eternal, rise
In every longing heart:
Bid us find the food in thee,
For which our deathless spirits pine,
Fed with immortality,
And fill’d with love divine.

Verse 2
Long we have our burthen borne,
Our own unstableness,
Object of the heathen’s scorn,
Who mock’d our scanty grace:
Jesus, our reproach remove,
Let sin no more thy people shame,
Shew us rooted in thy love
Thro’ life and death the same.

Verse 3
In thy sinless people shew
Thy power and constancy,
Give us thus to feel and know
Our fellowship with thee,
Give us all thy mind t’ express,
And blameless in our Lord t’ abide,
Transcripts of thy holiness,
Thy fair, unspotted bride!

Hymnal/Album: Originally titled “I will raise up for them a plant of renown, and they shall be no more consumed with hunger in the land, neither bear the shame of the heathen any more, &c.”—[Ezek.] xxxiv. 29, 30. Introduced in Charles Wesley, Short Hymns on Select Passages of the Holy Scriptures, Vol. 2 (Bristol: Farley, 1762). Published in The Poetical Works of John and Charles Wesley, Collected and Arranged by G. Osborn, Vol. 10 (London: Wesleyan-Methodist Conference Office, 1870), page 56.
Publishing: Public Domain