The Secret

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 I 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 perfect rest.

Then I thought of other mornings
With a keen remorse of mind,
When I too had loosed the moorings,
With Thy 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.