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.
2
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,
Cheer
my eyes and warm my heart.
3
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.