When Morning Gilds the Skies- 100

When morning gilds the skies, my hearty awaking cries,

may Jesus Christ be praised! Alike at work and prayer

to Jesus I repair; may Jesus Christ be praised!

Discordant human kind, 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!

Sing, suns and stars of space, sing, all that see his face;

may Jesus Christ be praised! God’s whole creation o’er,

both now and ever more: 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!