035|Christ, Whose Glory Fills the Skies

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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.Dark and cheerless is the morn
Unaccompanied by thee;
Joyless is the day's return,
Till thy mercy's beams I see,
Till thy inward light impart,
Glad 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.








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