I met God in the morning,
When my day was at its best
And His presence came like sunrise
Like a Glory in my breast.
All day the presence lingered
All day long He stayed with me.
And we sailed with 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 us 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 God in the morning
If you want Him through the day.