morning has broken

morning has broken, like the first morning.

blackbird has spoken, like the first bird.

praise for the singing, praise for the morning,

praise for the springing fresh from the word.

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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 recreation of the new day.

This is my Father's World

This is my Father's world, and to my listening ears

All nature sings and round me rings the music of the spheres.

This is my Father's world: I rest me in the thought

Of rocks and trees, of skies and seas -

His hand the wonders wrought.

This is my Father's world, the birds their carols raise,

The morning light, the lily white, declare their Makers praise.

This is my Father's world: He shines in all that's fair;

In the rustling grass I hear Him pass,

He speaks to me everywhere.

-"This is my Father's World" by Maltbie D. Babcock