Morning has broken, like the first
morning
Blackbird has spoken, like the
first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for
the morning
Praise for the springing fresh from
the world
Sweet the rain's new fall, sunlit
from heaven
Like the first dewfall, on the
first grass
Praise for the sweetness of the wet
garden
Sprung in completeness where his
feet pass
Mine is the sunlight, mine is the
morning
Born of the one light, eden saw
play
Praise with elation, praise every
morning
God's recreation of the new day
