Still With Thee

Still, still with Thee, when purple morning breaketh, When the bird wakens, and the shadows flee; Fairer than morning, lovelier than daylight, Dawns the sweet consciousness, “I am with Thee.” When

sinks the soul,

subdued by toil to slumber, Its closing eyes look up to Thee in prayer’s Sweet the repose beneath Thy 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 wakens, and life’s shadows flee; O in that moment, fairer than daylight dawning, Shall rise the glorious thought, “I am with Thee. I am with Thee; I am with Thee. I am with Thee; Still, still

with Thee;

Still, still with Thee.”