{t: Morning Has Broken} {st: Traditional, Eleanor Farjeon (1931)} {instrument: ukulele} {key: G} 1. Morning has [G]bro[Am]ken [D7]like the first [C]mor[G5]ning, [G]Blackbird has [Bm]spo[C]ken [G5]like the first [Am]bird.[Am] [G5]Praise for the [C]sing[C]ing, [G5]praise for the [G]mor[D]ning, [G]Praise for them [Bm]spring[Am]ing [D]fresh from the [G]world. 2. Sweet the rain's [G]new [Am]fall, [D7]sunlit from [C]hea[G5]ven, [G]Like the first [Bm]dew[C]fall [G5]on the first [Am]grass.[Am] [G5]Praise for the [C]sweet[C]ness [G5]of the wet [G]gar[D]den, [G]Sprung in com[Bm]plete[Am]ness [D]where his feet [G]pass. 3. Mine is the [G]sun[Am]light, [D7]mine is the [C]mor[G5]ning, [G]Born of the [Bm]one [C]light [G5]Eden saw [Am]play.[Am] [G5]Praise with e[C]la[C]tion, [G5]praise ev'ry [G]mor[D]ning, [G]God's recre[Bm]a[Am]tion [D]of the new [G]day. 4. Cool the gray [G]clouds [Am]roll [D7]peaking the [C]moun[G5]tains, [G]Gull in her [Bm]free [C]flight [G5]swooping the [Am]skies:[Am] [G5]Praise for the [C]myste[C]ry [G5]misting the [G]mor[D]ning [G]Behind the [Bm]sha[Am]dow [D]waiting to [G]shine. 5. I am the [G]sun[Am]rise [D7]warming the [C]hea[G5]vens, [G]Spilling my [Bm]warm [C]glow [G5]over the [Am]earth:[Am] [G5]Praise for the [C]bright[C]ness [G5]of this new [G]mor[D]ning [G]Filling my [Bm]spi[Am]rit [D]with Your great [G]love. 6. Mine is a turn[G]ing, [Am]mine is a [D7]new [C]life; [G5]Mine is a [G]jour[Bm]ney [C]closer to [G5]You:[Am] [Am]Praise for the [G5]sweet [C]glimpse [C]caught in a [G5]mo[G]ment, [D]Joy breathing [G]deep[Bm]ly [Am]dancing in [D]flight.