O fix our hearts on Christ, our radiant King,
A Savior-Friend, crowned with celestial fire,
His Word a torch, through shadowed vales it sings,
A herald’s call to dawn’s approaching spire.
With every pulse, we seek His golden gleam,
Our precious Lord, a beacon piercing night,
Through this gaze, joy cascades like a stream,
And victory soars on faith’s unerring flight.
His grace unfurls, a river soft and deep,
Weaving bliss through fields of trust untrod,
By unseen wings we climb where mists recede,
Christ reigns, the Sun, our everlasting God.