43 - 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!
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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!
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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!
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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!
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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!
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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!