Morning has broken
Morning has broken, like the first morningBlackbird has spoken, like the first birdPraise for the singing, praise for the morningPraise for the springing fresh from the word
Sweet the rain's new fall, sunlit from heavenLike the first dewfall, on the first grassPraise for the sweetness of the wet gardenSprung in completeness where his feet pass
Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morningBorn of the one light, Eden saw playPraise with elation, praise every morningGod's recreation of the new day