Still, still with Thee when purple morning breaketh, When the bird walketh, and the shadows flee; Fairer than morning, lovelier 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. 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'ershading, But sweeter still to wake and find Thee there. So shall it be at last in that bright morning, When the soul walketh and life's shadows flee. Oh, in that hour, fairer than daylight's dawning, Shall rise the glorious thought: I am with Thee!
Source: Still, Still with Thee
Contributed by: Zaady