Mor-

ning

has

bro-

ken,

like

the

first

mor-

ning

Black-

bird

has

spo-

ken,

like

the

first

bird

Praise

for

the

sing-

ing,

praise

for

the

mor-

ning

Praise

for

them

spring-

ing

fresh

from

the

word

Sweet

the

rain's

new

fall,

sun-

lit

from

heaven

Like

the

first

dew-

fall,

on the

first

grass

Praise

for

the

sweet-

ness

of

the

wet

gar-

den

Sprung

in

com-

plete-

ness

where

his

feet

pass

Mine

is

the

sun-

light,

mine

is

the

mor-

ning

Born

of

the

one

light,

Ed-

en

saw

play

Praise

with

e-

la-

tion,

praise

ev-

ery

mor-

ning

God's

re-

cre-

a-

tion

of

the

new

day

Mor-

ning

has

bro-

ken,

like

the

first

mor-

ning

Black-

bird

has

spo-

ken,

like

the

first

bird

Praise

for

the

sing-

ing,

praise

for

the

mor-

ning

Praise

for

them

spring-

ing

fresh

from

the

word