| Song | Still Still With Thee When Purple |
| Album | Top Sacred Songs |
| Genre | Contemporary Christian Music |
| Writer(s) | Harriet Beecher Stowe |
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| Tags | Still Still With Thee When Purple |
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| CCLI Song No |
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.
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.
As In The Dawning
O’er The Waveless Ocean
The Image Of The
Morning Star Doth Rest,
So In The Stillness
Thou Beholdest Only
Thine Image In
The Waters Of My Breast.
Still, Still With Thee,
As To Each Newborn Morning,
A Fresh And Solemn
Splendor Still Is Given,
So Does This
Blessed Consciousness, Awaking,
Breathe Each Day Nearness
Unto Thee And Heaven.
When Sinks The Soul,
Subdued By Toil, To Slumber,
Its Closing Eye Looks Up
To Thee In Prayer;
Sweet The Repose Beneath
The Wings Overshadowing,
But Sweeter Still To Wake
And Find Thee There.
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.
