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. 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. |
Unus caelum, Domine, vera luce illuminas; surge, Sol Iustitiae; pelle noctis tenebras; corda Phosphorus* mea matutinus occupa! Tristis en! aurora fit et molesta sine te; lugubris dies redit expers tuae gratiae, donec illa intus micet, oculos et cor iuvet. Dissipa caliginem; anima te capiat mea, quam, ne dubitem, lux divina repleat. Ortus ut crescet dies, manifestior ades. * radians? |