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 they inward light impart,

Cheer 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.