# Morning has broken, like the first morning



Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird



Praise for the singing, praise for the morning



Praise for the 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



 



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k.s.j