Classic Poem

When morning gilds the skies,
My heart awaking cries: May Jesus Christ be praised:
Alike at work and prayer
To him I would 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.

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?
O solace here I find: May Jesus Christ be praised.
Or fades my earthly bliss?
My comfort all is this: May Jesus Christ be praised.

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.

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.

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.