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 rains 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 
Gods recreation of the new day