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 mornUnaccompanied by Thee;Joyless is the day’s returnTill 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.