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!

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!

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!

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 th’eternal song
through all the ages long,
may Jesus Christ be praised!

—Edward Caswall, 1858