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 His presence lingered,
   All day long He stayed with me,
And sailed in perfect calmness
   O'er a very troubled sea.

Other ships were blown and tossed
   Other ships were sore distressed,
But the winds that seemed to drive them
   Brought to me a peace and rest.

Then I thought of past mornings,
   With a keen remorse of mind,
When I too had loosed the moorings,
   And left the presence behind.

So now I know the secret.
   Learned from many a troubled way,
You must seek God in the morning
   If you want Him through the day!