In the morning stillness broken
When your eyelids start to rise
On the stone-rippled surface
In the morning
When the harms of yester-evening
Are the waves that beat your breast
May the rest that is ever near, ever near the weary
Meet, meet you in the morning
Move me into quiet corners open to the sun
Look with me out on the waters
Be with me inside the storm
And you hold my hand, give your counsel to me
And hereafter will receive
And hereafter will receive
When the falling nighttide leaves you
Ever silent on the shore
May you sleep
Into morning