HYMN

   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 powers of darkness fear,
   when this sweet chant they hear,
   may Jesus Christ be praised.

   Be this, while life is mine,
   my canticle divine,
   may Jesus Christ be praised:    
   Be this the eternal song
   through ages all along,
   may Jesus Christ be praised!    

   Beim frühen Morgenlicht

   Translated Edward Caswall (1814-1878),

   Robert Bridges (1844-1930) and others   

A Reading from St. Luke’s Gospel 

Jesus also told this parable to some who trusted in themselves that they were righteous and regarded others with contempt: “Two men went up to the temple to pray, one a Pharisee and the other a tax collector. The Pharisee, standing by himself, was praying thus, ‘God, I thank you that I am not like other people: thieves, rogues, adulterers, or even like this tax collector. I fast twice a week; I give a tenth of all my income.’ 

But the tax collector, standing far off, would not even look up to heaven, but was beating his breast and saying, ‘God, be merciful to me, a sinner!’ I tell you, this man went down to his home justified rather than the other; for all who exalt themselves will be humbled, but all who humble themselves will be exalted.” 

                                           Luke 18 : 9 - 14