Strength and Stay

By Harriet Beecher Stowe

Still, still with Thee when purple morning breaketh,
When the bird waketh, and the shadows flee,
Fairer than morning, lovlier than the daylight,
Dawns the sweet conciousness, I am with Thee

Alone with Thee, amid the changing shadows,
Solemn the hush of nature newly born;
Alone with Thee in breathless adoration,
In the calm dew and freshness of the morn.

So shall it ever be in the bright morning,
When hearts awaking see the shadows flee
O, in that hour, and fairer than the dawning,
Rises the glorious thought, I am with Thee