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 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