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:

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 they 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