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!

The sacred minster bell, it peals o’er hill and dell,
May Jesus Christ be praised!
O hark to what it sings, as joyously it rings,
May Jesus Christ be praised!

In Heaven’s eternal bliss the loveliest strain is this,
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 on,
May Jesus Christ be praised!