GRH 030 When Morning Gilds the Skies

(1)
When morning gilds the skies,
My heart awaking cries:
May Jesus Christ be praised;
Alike at work or prayer
To Jesus I repair:
May Jesus Christ be praised.

(2)
Does sadness fill my mind,
A solace here I find:
May Jesus Christ be praised;
Or fades my earthly bliss,
My comfort still is this:
May Jesus Christ be praised.

(3)
In heaven’s eternal bliss
The loveliest strain is this,
May Jesus Christ be praised;
The powers of darkness fear,
When this sweet chant they hear:
May Jesus Christ be praised.

(4)
Be this, while life is mine,
My canticle divine,
May Jesus Christ be praised;
Be this th’ eternal song
Thro’ all the ages long:
May Jesus Christ be praised.