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  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 in the waters of my breast.

 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'ershadowing,

    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;

    Oh, in that hour, fairer than daylight's dawning,

    Shall rise the glorious thought, I am with Thee!