(Part of a series singing through the hymnbook I grew up with: Great Hymns of the Faith)
1
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!
2
Alone with Thee amid the mystic shadows — The
The solemn hush of nature newly born;
Alone with Thee in breathless adoration,
In the calm dew and freshness of the morn!
3
Still, still with Thee — as to each newborn morning
A fresh and solemn splendor still is giv’n,
So doth this blessed consciousness, awaking,
Breathe each day nearness unto Thee and heav’n!
4
When sinks the soul, subdued by toil, to slumber,
Its 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!
5
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 tho’t — I am with Thee!
At The Rainbow 