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When Morning Gilds the Skies
Anon., German, c. 1800
Trans. Edward Caswell, 1853, 1858
Joseph Barnby, 1868

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!

The night becomes as day when, from the heart, we say,
May Jesus Christ be praised.
The pow'rs of darkness fear When this sweet chant they hear,
May Jesus Christ be praised!

Ye nations of mankind, 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!

Be this, while life is mine, my canticle divine,
May Jesus Christ be praised.
Be this th'eternal song Through all the ages long;
May Jesus Christ be praised!