549 Still, still with Thee, when purple morning breaketh,

1 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. 2 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 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. 4 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!