Morning has broken

Bunessan,
Words Eleanor Farjeon

This upload is dedicated to my friend and fellow camper Larry Pratt who died this morning. He was a huge light in many peoples lives.

This hymn always reminds me of him.

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 wet 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!