WHEN MORNING GILDS THE SKIES

When morning gilds the skies

My heart awaking cries:

'May Jesus Christ be praised!'

Alike at work and prayer

To Jesus I repair:

'May Jesus Christ be praised!'




Does sadness fill my mind?

A solace here I find:

'May Jesus Christ be praised!'

When evil thoughts molest,

With this I shield my breast:

'May Jesus Christ be praised!'




To God, the Word, on high

The hosts of angels cry:

'May Jesus Christ be praised!'

Let mortals, too, upraise

Their voice in hymns of praise:

'May Jesus Christ be praised!'




Let earth's wide circle round

In joyful notes resound:

'May Jesus Christ be praised!'

Let air, and sea, and sky,

From depth to height, reply:

'May Jesus Christ be praised!'




Be this while life is mine

My canticle divine:

'May Jesus Christ be praised!'

Be this the eternal song,

Through all the ages long:

'May Jesus Christ be praised!'