When morning gilds the skies
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!
Whene'er the sweet church bell
peals over hill and dell,
may Jesus Christ be praised!
O hark to what it sings,
as joyously it rings,
may Jesus Christ be praised!
My tongue shall never tire
of chanting with the choir,
may Jesus Christ be praised!
This song of sacred joy,
it never seems to cloy,
may Jesus Christ be praised!
When sleep her balm denies,
my silent spirit sighs,
may Jesus Christ be praised!
When evil thoughts molest,
with this I shield my breast,
may Jesus Christ be praised!
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! 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!
In heaven's eternal bliss
the loveliest strain is this,
may Jesus Christ be praised!
Let earth, and sea and sky
from depth to height reply,
may Jesus Christ be praised!
Be this, while life is mine,
my canticle divine:
may Jesus Christ be praised!
Sing this eternal song
through all the ages long:
may Jesus Christ be praised!
Words:
Katholisches Gesangbuch
, 1744;
Music: O Seigneur,
Laudes Domini
, Barnet
Meter: 666 D
Website compiled by
Steve Benner
, 1999-2003.
