Morning has broken

Morning has broken like the first morning, Black bird has spoken like the first bird.
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning Praise for them, singing fresh from the word.

Sweet the rain’s new fall, sunlight 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 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.