He meets me in the morning,
I feel His presence near,
He comes to raise my weary heart
With words of heavenly cheer.
He meets me in the morning,
He whispers peace and love;
He lifts my soul from earth below
To that sweet home above.
He meets me in the morning,
And gives me heavenly food—
Those bright and precious promises
Found in the Word of God.
Lord, meet me in the morning,
Stay with me all the day
I shall neither fail nor falter,
If Thou but lead the way.
TELL me the story of Jesus,
Write on my heart every word!
Tell me the story most precious,
Sweetest that ever was heard.
Tell how the angels in chorus
Spake as they welcomed His birth,
“Glory to God in the highest,
Peace and good tidings to earth.”
Tell of the cross where they nailed Him,
Suffering in sorrow and pain;
Tell of the grave where they laid Him;
Tell how He liveth again.
Love in that story so tender,
Clearer than ever I see;
This is the story most precious—
Love paid the ransom for me.