When Morning Gilds The Skies

When morning gilds the skies,
my heart awaking cries:
May Jesus Christ be praised.
Alike at work and pray'r,
to Jesus I repair:
May Jesus Christ be praised!

When sleep her balm denies,
my silent spirit sighs:
May Jesus Christ be praised.
When evil thoughts molest,
with this I shield my breast:
May Jesus Christ be praised!

In Heav'n's eternal bliss
the loveliest strain is this:
May Jesus Christ be praised.
The pow'rs of darkness fear,
when this sweet chant they hear:
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!