Morning has broken

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 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