When Morning Gilds the Skies

Verse 1 When morning gilds the skies My heart awaking cries: Let Jesus Christ be praised! Alike at work and prayer, To Jesus I repair: Let Jesus Christ be praised! Verse 2 Does sadness fill my mind? A solace here I find, Let Jesus Christ be praised! Or fades my earthly bliss? My comfort still is this, Let Jesus Christ be praised! Verse 3 To God, the Word, on high, The host of angels cry, Let Jesus Christ be praised! Let mortals, too, upraise Their voice in shouts of praise, Let Jesus Christ be praised! Verse 4 When sleep her rest denies, My silent spirit sighs, Let Jesus Christ be praised! When evil thoughts molest, With this I shield my breast, Let Jesus Christ be praised! Verse 5 In Heav'n's eternal bliss The loveliest strain is this, Let Jesus Christ be praised! The powers of darkness fear When this sweet chant they hear: Let Jesus Christ be praised! Verse 6 Sing, suns and stars of space, Sing, ye that see His face, Sing, Jesus Christ be praised! God's whole creation o'er, For now and evermore Shall Jesus Christ be praised!