Christ, whose glory fills the skies

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 Thou 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.