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Thursday, July 1

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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 world

Sweet the rain’s new fall, sunlit from heaven
Like the first dewfall 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.