I met God in the morning,

When the day was at its best,

And His presence came like sunrise,

Like a glory in my breast.

All day long the presence lingered,

All day long He stayed with me,

And we sailed in perfect calmness

O’er a very troubled sea.

Other ships were blown and battered.

Other ships were sore distressed.

But the winds that seemed to drive them,
Brought to me a peace and rest.

Then I thought of other mornings,

With a keen remorse of mind,

When I too had loosed the moorings,

With the presence left behind.

So, I think I know the secret,

Learned from many a troubled way:

You must seek Him in the morning

If you want Him through the day.