1 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.
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 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!
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 praised!
