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 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 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!"

4 To God, the Word, on high,
The hosts of angels cry:
"May Jesus Christ be praised!"
Let mortals, too, upraise
their voices in hymns of praise:
"May Jesus Christ be praised!"

5 In heav'n's eternal bliss
The loveliest strain is this,
"May Jesus Christ be praised!"
Let air, and sea, and sky
From depth to height reply
"May Jesus Christ be praised!"

6 Be this, while life is mine,
My canticle divine:
"May Jesus Christ be praised!"
Be this the eternal song
Through all the ages long:
"May Jesus Christ be praised!"

Amen.