When Glory Gilds the Sky

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!’

Does sadness fill my mind?
A solace here I find:
‘May Jesus Christ be praised!’
When evil thoughts molest,
With this I shield my breast:
‘May Jesus Christ be praised!’

To God, the Word, on high
The hosts of angels cry:
‘May Jesus Christ be praised!’
Let mortals, too, upraise
Their voice in hymns of praise:
‘May Jesus Christ be praised!’

Let earth’s wide circle round
In joyful notes resound:
‘May Jesus Christ be praised!’
Let air, 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!’
Be this the eternal song,
Through all the ages long:
‘May Jesus Christ be praised!’