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 word
Sweet the rain's new fall, sunlight 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
