God's recreation of the new day
Sweet the rain's new fall, sunlight from Heaven
Morning has broken, like the first morning
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden
Sprung in completeness where his feet pass
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Like the first dewfall on the first grass
Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Born of the one light, Eden saw play
Praise for them springing fresh from the word
Praise with elation, praise every morning
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird