The sunrises have been particularly spectacular around here the past few weeks. This was the view walking to my office yesterday morning:
I love mornings. A new day with new opportunites and new chances to see what God will do. I found this poem recently, set to music as a hymn. Maybe someday I’ll learn the music to it, but this morning, the words were enough.
I am with Thee…
Still, still with Thee, when purple morning breaketh,
When the bird waketh, and the shadows flee;
Fairer than the 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 giv’n,
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 the daylight dawning,
Shall rise the glorious thought, I am with Thee.
by Harriet B. Stowe
Hymn, “Still, Still With Thee”
Through the LORD’s mercies we are not consumed,
Because His compassions fail not.
They are new every morning;
Great is Your faithfulness. Lamentations 3:22-23
Every morning He brings His justice to light; He never fails… Zephaniah 3:5
Weeping may endure for a night,
But joy comes in the morning. Psalm 3:5