Monday, 5 March 2012

WHEN MORNING GILDS THE SKIES

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.

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
(Anonymous)

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