043 – When Morning Gilds the Skies

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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!

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Whene’er the sweet church bell
peals over hill and dell,
May Jesus Christ praised!
O hark to what it sings,
as joyously it rings,
May Jesus Christ be praised!

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The night becomes as day
when from the heart we say:
May Jesus Christ be praised!
The powers of darkness fear
when this sweet chant they hear:
May Jesus Christ be praised!

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Ye nations of mankind,
in this your concord find,
May Jesus Christ praised!
Let all the earth around
ring joyous with the sound,
May Jesus Christ praised!

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In heaven’s eternal bliss
the loveliest strain is this,
May Jesus Christ praised!
Let earth, and sea and sky
from depth to height reply,
May Jesus Christ praised!

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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!