807. When Morning Gilds the Skies

1 When morning gilds the skies,
My heart, awaking, cries,
"May Jesus Christ be praised!"
When evening shadows fall,
This rings my curfew call:
"May Jesus Christ be praised!"

2 When mirth for music longs,
This is my song of songs:
"May Jesus Christ be praised!"
God’s holy house of prayer
Hath none that can compare
With "Jesus Christ be praised!"

3 No lovelier antiphon
In all high heav'n is known
Than "Jesus Christ be praised!"
There to the eternal Word
The eternal psalm is heard:
"May Jesus Christ be praised!"

4 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!"

5 Sing, sun and stars of space,
Sing, ye that see His face,
Sing, "Jesus Christ be praised!"
God’s whole creation o'er,
Both now and evermore
Shall Jesus Christ be praised!

Text Information
First Line: When morning gilds the skies
Title: When Morning Gilds the Skies
Translator: Robert S. Bridges, 1844-1930 (alt. )
Meter: 666 666
Language: English
Publication Date: 2006
Scripture: ; ; ; ;
Source: Katholisches Gesangbuch, Würzburg, 1828
Tune Information
Composer: Joseph Barnby, 1838-96
Meter: 666 666
Key: C Major
Source: Service Book and Hymnal, 1958 (Setting)

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