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A Morning Hymn

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.

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.

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.