1 Christ, whose glory fills the skies, Christ, the true and 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, 'til thy mercy's beams I see, 'til they 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.