Morning has broken
Like
the first morning
Black
birds has spoken
Like
the first bird.
Praise
for the singing!
Praise
for the morning!
Praise
for the springing
Fresh
from the Word!
2
Sweet
the rain’s 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.
3
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!