I Met God in the Morning

I met the Lord 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 it stayed with me,
And we sailed in perfect calmness
O’er a very troubled sea.

Other ships were torn and battered,
Other ships were sore distressed,
But the winds that seemed to drive them
Brought to us sweet peace and rest.

Then I thought of other mornings
In 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 meet Him in the morning
If you want Him through the day.