Lyric

Morning opens, pale and new

Light is washing into blue

Through the glass it finds the stone

Turning silence into home

Take my voice, make it clear

Let the bright be drawing near

Here comes the morning, here comes the grace

A gentle day in a holy place

Soprano rises, altos stay

Holding the light the whole way

Here comes the morning

If I’m tired from the night

Make my spirit feel the light

Tenor warmth and bass below

Like a steady undertow

No more doubt, no more strain

Only peace like summer rain

Here comes the morning, here comes the grace

A gentle day in a holy place

Soprano rises, altos stay

Holding the light the whole way

Here comes the morning

Ooh— let the open sky begin

Ooh— let the clean air enter in

Here comes the morning, here comes the grace

We lift our hearts in a holy place

Soprano shining, altos strong

Carrying us in living song

Here comes the morning