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Still, still with Thee, when purple morning breaketh,
When the bird waketh, and the shadows flee;
Fairer than morning, lovelier than the daylight,
Dawns the sweet consciousness, — I am with Thee.
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Reported in James Freeman Clarke, Book of Worship for the Congregation and the Home (1852), p. 431.

 

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