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!