For gladness fills my soul.
ἠν τὸ φῶς τὸ ἀληθινὸν
I
When the morn comes o’er the hills
Bringing life, and light, and gladness,
Scattering our night-born ills,
Banishing our fear and sadness;
Christ of God, Thou Light of light,
Banish then our inward night.