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 his 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,

And 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 his 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!

Through the day!

Through the day!

Through the day!