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 solemn hush of nature newly born;
Alone with Thee holy 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 this stillness Thou beholdest only
Thine image mirored in my peaceful breast.

4
When sinks the soul, subdued by toil, to slumber,
Its closing eye looks 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;
Oh, in glad hour, fairer than day dawning,
Shall rise the glorious thought, I am with Thee!