Morning has broken like the first morning

 

Morning has broken like the first morning

Blackbird has spoken like the first bird

Praise for the singing, Praise for the morning

Praise for them springing fresh from the word

 

Sweet the rainís new fall, sunlit from heaven,

Like the first dew fall on the first grass

Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden

Sprung in completeness where his feet pass

 

Mine is the sunlit, mine is the morning

Born of the one light, Eden saw play,

Praise with elation, Praise every morning;

Godís recreation of the new day.