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When Morning Gilds the Skies
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 The night becomes as day When from the heart we say, May Jesus Christ be praised! The pow'rs of darkness fear, When this sweet song they hear: May Jesus Christ be praised! 3 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! 4 Be this, while life is mine, My canticle divine: May Jesus Christ be praised! Be this th'eternal song Thro' all the ages long: May Jesus Christ be praised!
MUSIC: Joseph Barnby