| G | Am | D | C | G | | Morning has | brok | en like the first | morn | ing. |
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| Bm | A7 | D | | Blackbird has | spokven | like the first | bird. |
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| G | C | G | Em | A | D | | Praise for the | sing | ing, | praise for the | morn | ing, |
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| D | G | C | D7 | G | | 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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