Christ, Whose Glory Fills the Skies

Daystar, in my heart appear.
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.
Christ the Glory
Christ the Light
Christ the Dayspring
Christ the Sun.
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.
Christ the . . . .
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.
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.
Christ the Glory
Christ the Light
Christ the Sun.