1 Christ, whose glory fills the skies,
Christ, the true, the only light,
Sun of righteousness, arise,
triumph over shades of night;
Dayspring from on high, be near;
Daystar, in my heart appear!
2 Dark and cheerless is the dawn
till your glories shine on me;
joyless is the day's return,
till your mercy's beams I see;
as 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 yourself display,
shining to the perfect day.
