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;

Be this the eternal song

Through ages all along,

May Jesus Christ be praised.