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, 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       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