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 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 thyself display,
    shining to the perfect day.