When morning gilds the skies

When morning gilds the skies,

My heart awaking cries,

‘May Jesus Christ be praised’.

When evening shadows fall,

This rings my curfew-call,

‘May Jesus Christ be praised’.

When mirth for music longs,

This is my song of songs,

‘May Jesus Christ be praised’.

God’s holy house of prayer

Hath none that can compare

With ‘Jesus Christ be praised’.

This greeting of great joy,

I ne’er have found it cloy,

‘May Jesus Christ be praised’.

When sorrow would molest,

Then sing I undistrest,

‘May Jesus Christ be praised’.

No lovelier antiphon

In all high heav’n is known

Than ‘Jesus Christ be praised’.

There to the Eternal Word

The eternal psalm is heard,

‘O Jesus Christ be praised’.

Ye nations of mankind,

In this your concord find,

‘May Jesus Christ be praised’.

Let all the earth around

Ring joyous with the sound

‘May Jesus Christ be praised’.

Sing, suns and stars of space,

Sing, ye that see his face,

Sing ‘Jesus Christ be praised’.

God’s whole creation o’er,

For aye and evermore,

Shall Jesus Christ be praised.

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