Sweet the rain's new fall sunlit from heaven, like the first dewall on the first grass.
Mine is the sunlight !
Praise for them singing, praise for the morning, praise for them springing, fresh from the world.
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden, sprung in completeness where his feet pass.
Mine is the morning born on the one light Eden saw play!
Praise with elation, praise every morning God's recreation of the new day.