Verse 1

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.

Verse 2

Sweet the rain’s dew fall, Sun lit 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.

Verse 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!