100. Christ, whose glory fills the skies

1 Christ, whose glory fills the skies,
Christ, the true, and 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 my unbelief,
More and more Thyself display,
Shining to the perfect day.

Text Information
First Line: Christ, whose glory fills the skies
Meter: 7s
Language: English
Publication Date: 1918
Topic: The Redeemer
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