1 Still, still with Thee, when purple morning breaketh,
When the bird waketh, and the shadows flee;
2 As in the dawning, o'er the waveless ocean,
The image of the morning star doth rest,
3 When sinks the soul, subdued by toil, to slumber,
Its closing eye looks up to Thee in prayer;
4 So shall it be at last, in that bright morning
When the soul waketh, and life's shadows flee;