MORNING HYMN - Thomas Weelkes Poems

 
 

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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 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.