326 ~ Still, Still With Thee
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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 holy adoration, In the calm dew and freshness of the morn.
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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.
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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.
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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!