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 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 heav'n.
4 When sinks the soul, subdued by toil, to slumber,
Its closing eye looks up to Thee in prayer;
Sweet the repose beneath Tju wings o’ershading,
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!
|First Line:||Still, still with Thee - when purple morning breaketh|
|Title:||Still, Still with Thee|
|Author:||Harriet B. Stowe, 1812-1896|
|Topic:||Morning Hymns; Worship of God|