Scripture Verse

When I awake, I am still with You. Psalm 139:18


Harriet B. Stowe (1812–1896)

Words: Har­ri­et B. Stowe, in the Ply­mouth Col­lect­ion, by her bro­ther, Hen­ry W. Beech­er, 1855. Stowe ha­bi­tu­al­ly rose at 4:30 in the morn­ing. The lyr­ics speak to her ear­ly walks in the si­lence be­fore the rush of day.

Music: Con­so­la­tion (Men­dels­sohn), ar­ranged from Lied­er ohne Wor­te, by Fe­lix Men­dels­sohn, 1834 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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Felix Mendelssohn (1809–1847)


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 bless­èd 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 o’er­shad­ing,
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.