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
When sinks the soul, subdued by toil to slumber
Its closing eye looks up to Thee in pray'r
Sweet the repose beneath Thy wings o'ershading
But sweeter still to wake and find Thee there
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'
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 thought, I am with Thee