1.
Still, still with Thee, when purple morning
breaketh,
When the bird waketh, and the shadows
flee;
Fairer than morning, lovelier 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.
As in the dawning o’er the waveless ocean
The image of the morning star doth
rest,
So in the stillness Thou beholdest
only
Thine image in the waters of my breast.
4.
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.
5.
When sinks the soul, subdued by toil, to
slumber,
Its closing eye looks up to Thee in
prayer;
Sweet the repose beneath the wings
o’ershading,
But sweeter still to wake and find
Thee there.
6.
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 thought, I
am with
Thee.
Amen
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