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 When sinks the soul, subdued by toil to slumber Its closing eye looks up to Thee in pray'r Sweet the repose beneath Thy wings o'ershading But sweeter still to wake and find Thee there 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' 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