When morning gilds the skies,
My heart awakening cries:
May Jesus Christ be praised;
Alike at work or 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;
Or fades my earthly bliss?
My comfort still is this:
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.
From German, trans. by Edward Caswall
My heart awakening cries:
May Jesus Christ be praised;
Alike at work or 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;
Or fades my earthly bliss?
My comfort still is this:
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.
From German, trans. by Edward Caswall
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