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, a rise,
Triumph o'er the shades of night;
Day-spring from on high, be near;
Day-star, in my heart appear.
            
        
    
    
         
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            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.
            
        
    
    
         
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            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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