1. 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.

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,

glad 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 thy self display,

shining to the perfect day.