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 world
Sweet the rain's dewfall, sunlit from heaven
Like the first dewfall on the first grass
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden
Sprung from heaven, sprung from heaven
Incompleteness, where this fate lies
Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning
Born of the sun, born of the morning

The one light, Eden's old 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 them springing fresh from the world
Praise for them springing fresh from the world