233 ~ Christ, Whose Glory Fills the Skies


Christ, whose glory fills the skies, Christ, the true, the only light, Sun of Righteousness, a rise, Triumph o'er the shades of night; Day-spring from on high, be near; Day-star, in my heart appear.


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.


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.