41. When morning gilds the skies
When morning gilds the skies
My heart awaking cries:
May Christ be praised!
Alike at work and prayer:
To Jesus I repair:
May Christ be praised!
May Christ be praised!
The sacred minster bell,
It peals o'er hill and dell:
May Christ be praised!
Oh! Hark to what it sings:
As joyously it rings:
May Christ be praised!
May Christ be praised!
To Thee, my God above,
I cry with glowing love:
May Christ be praised!
The fairest graces spring
In hearts the ever sing:
May Christ be praised!
May Christ be praised!
To God the Word on high,
The host of angels cry:
May Christ be praised!
May mortals, to upraise
Their voice in hymn of praise:
May Christ be praised!
May Christ be praised!
Let earth's wide circle round
In joyful notes resound:
May Christ be praised!
Let air and sea and sky,
From depths to heights reply:
May Christ be praised!
May Christ be praised!
Be this, while life is mine,
My canticle divine:
May Christ be praised!
Be this th'eternal song,
Through all the ages on:
May Christ be praised!
May Christ be praised!