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.
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.
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.
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.
