Thursday, March 19, 2015

Still, Still with Thee

Still, still with Thee, when purple morning breaketh, 
When the bird waketh and the shadows flee;
Fairer than morning, lovelier than the 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 eyes look up to Thee in prayer
Sweet the repose beneath Thy wings overshading
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
Oh, in that hour, fairer than daylight dawning
Shall rise the glorious thought
I am with Thee.  Amen.