Morn-ing has bro-ken, like the first morn-ing,
Black-bird has spo-ken, like the first bird.
Praise for the sing-ing! Praise for the morn-ing!
Praise for them spring-ing fresh from the Word!

Sweet the rain’s new fall sun-lit from hea-ven,
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 morn-ing
Born of the one Light Ed-en saw play!
Praise with e-la-tion! Praise ev-ery morn-ing,
God’s re-cre-a-tion of the new Day!