The memory of the just is blessed,
but the name of the wicked shall rot.
Daily Bible Reading:
Inspiring Hymns #7
Still, Still with Thee
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.
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 heav’n.
When sinks the soul, subdued by toil, to slumber, Its closing eyes look up to Thee in prayer; Sweet the repose beneath Thy 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 the shadows flee; O in that hour, fairer than daylight dawning, Shall rise the glorious thought, I am with Thee.
Words: Harriet B. Stowe
Music: Arr. from Felix Mendelssohn-Bartholdy