1. Still, still with thee, when purple morning breaketh, When the bird
waketh, and the shadows flee; Fairer than morning, loveli er than
daylight, Dawns the sweet consciousness, I am with thee.
2. Alone with thee, amid the mystic shadows, The solemn
hush of nature newly born;
Alone with thee in breathless adoration, In the calm dew and freshness of the morn.
3. Still, still with thee, as to each newborn morning A fresh and
solemn splendor still is given, So does this blessed consciousness awaking, Breathe each day nearness unto thee and heaven.
4. When sinks the soul, subdued by toil, to slumber, Its closing
eyes look up to thee in prayer; Sweet the repose beneath thy wings o'er
shading, But sweeter still, to wake and find thee there.
5. So shall it be at last, in that bright morning, When the soul
waketh, and life's shadows flee; O in that hour, fairer than daylight
dawning, Shall rise the glorious tho't— I am with thee.
A -men.
