498 - Still, Still With Thee
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.
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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
As
in the dawning o’er the waveless ocean
The
image of the morning star doth rest,
So
in the stillness Thou beholdest only
Thine
image in the waters of my breast.
4
Still,
still with Thee, as to each newborn morning,
A
fresh and solemn splendor still is given,
So
does this bless?d consciousness, awaking,
Breathe
each day nearness unto thee and heaven.
5
When
sinks the soul, subdued by toil, to slumber,
Its
closing eye looks up to Thee in prayer;
Sweet
the repose beneath the wings o’ershading,
But
sweeter still to wake and find Thee there.
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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.
