1 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!"

2 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!"

3 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!"

4 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!"