| Bb | Cm | F | Eb | Bb | | Morning has | brok | en like the first | morn | ing. |
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| Dm | C7 | F | | Blackbird has | spokven | like the first | bird. |
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| Bb | Eb | Bb | Gm | C | F | | Praise for the | sing | ing, | praise for the | morn | ing, |
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| F | Bb | Eb | F7 | Bb | | praise for them | spring | ing | fresh from the | world. |
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Sweet the rain's new fall, sunlight from heaven, |
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like the first dewfall on the first grass. |
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Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden, |
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sprung in completeness where his feet pass. |
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Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning, |
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born of the one light Eden saw play. |
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Praise with ealtion, praise every morning, |
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God's recreation of the new day. |
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