Still, Still with Thee

Still, still with Thee, when purple morning breaketh,
When the bird waketh, and the shadows flee;
Fairer than morning, love lier 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.

As in the dawning o’er the waveless ocean,
The image of the morning star doth rest;
So in this stillness. Thou beholdest only
Thine image in the waters of my breast.

When sinks the soul, subdued by toil,
to slumber, It’s closing eyes look up to Thee in prayer;
Sweet the repose beneath Thy wings o’er shading,
But sweeter still, to wake and find Thee there.

So shall it be at last, in the 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.