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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.

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