Morning Has Broken
(Words by Eleanor
Farjeon)
- 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 dew fall 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.
Cool the gray clouds roll, peaking the mountains,
- Gull in her free flight, swooping the skies.
- Praise for the mystery, misting the morning,
- Behind the shadow, waiting to shine.
I am the sunrise, warming the heavens,
- Spilling my warm glow over the earth.
- Praise for the brightness of this new morning,
- Filling my spirit with Your great love.
Mine is a turning, mine is a new life,
- Mine is a journey closer to You.
- Praise for the sweet glimpse, caught in a moment,
- Joy breathing deeply, dancing in flight.