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.