43. When Morning Gilds the Skies

1 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! 2 Whene’er the sweet church bell peals over hill and dell, May Jesus Christ praised! O hark to what it sings, as joyously it rings, May Jesus Christ be praised! 3 The night becomes as day when from the heart we say: May Jesus Christ be praised! The powers of darkness fear when this sweet chant they hear: May Jesus Christ be praised! 4 Ye nations of mankind, in this your concord find, May Jesus Christ praised! Let all the earth around ring joyous with the sound, May Jesus Christ praised! 5 In heaven’s eternal bliss the loveliest strain is this, May Jesus Christ praised! Let earth, and sea and sky from depth to height reply, May Jesus Christ praised! 6 Be this, while life is mine, my canticle divine: May Jesus Christ be praised! Be this th’eternal song through all the ages long, May Jesus Christ be praised!