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 on 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 Thou 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.