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233 – 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.

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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.