Still, Still with Thee by Harriet B. Stowe Ps 139:17-18 WINDSOR—Joseph Barnby Still, Still with Thee (or Still, Still with Thee, When Purple Morning Breaketh) 1 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. 2 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