1 CHRIST, whose glory fills the skies, Christ, the true, the only Light, Sun of Righteousness, arise, Triumph o’er the shades of night; Day-spring from on high, be near; Day-star, 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, 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