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 word

 Sweet the rain's new fall, sunlit from heaven
 Like the first dew fall, on the first grass
 Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden
 [bad word] [bad word] 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