Morning has broken

Eleanor Farjean (1931)

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 Word.

Sweet the rain’s new fall,

Sunlit from heaven,

Like the first dewfall

On the first grass;

Praise for the sweetness,

Of the wet garden,

Sprung in completeness

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 re-creation

Of the new day.