1 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 oh high, be near; Daystar, 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 thy 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 thyself display, Shining to the perfect day.