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. The night
becomes as day
When from the heart
we say:
May Jesus Christ be
praised!
The pow'rs of
darkness fear
When this sweet
chant they hear:
May Jesus Christ be
praised!
3. Sing, suns and
stars of space,
Sing, ye that see
His face,
Sing, Jesus Christ
be praised!
Let all the earth
around
Ring joyous with the
sound:
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,
Through all the
ages long:
May Jesus Christ be
praise!
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