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<h2>STILL, STILL WITH THEE</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“When I awake, I am still with You.” Psalm 139:18</h3></p>
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<center><b>Hymns Supplied Through the Gracious Generosity<br>of the </b><a href="http://www.hymntime.com/tch/" target = "_blank"><b>Cyber Hymnal Website</b></a><br><br><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/cyberhymnal_info.html" target = "_blank">Information about Cyber Hymnal Website</a></center>
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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_s_t_stowe_hb.jpg" alt="Harriet Beecher Stowe (1812-1896)" width="104" height="134.666666666667"></td>
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<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_s_t_stowe_hb.html" target="_blank">Harriet Beecher Stowe</a>, in Henry Ward Beecher’s <em>Plymouth Collection</em>, 1855. Stowe habitually rose at 4:30 in the morning; the lyrics speak to her early morning walks in the silence before the rush of day.
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Consolation (Mendelssohn),” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_m_e_mendelssohn_f.html" target="_blank">Felix Mendelssohn</a> (1809-1847) </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_c_consolmn.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<li>“Alverstoke,” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_b_a_barnby_j.html" target="_blank">Joseph Barnby</a> (1838-1896) </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_a_l_alversto.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<li>“Oberlin (Demuth),” , J. Arthur Demuth, 1900 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_o_b_oberlind.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<li>“Perfect Love (Sandringham),” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_b_a_barnby_j.html" target="_blank">Joseph Barnby</a>, 1890 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_p_perflove.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<li>“Willingham,” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_a_b_abt_fw.html" target="_blank">Franz Wilhelm Abt</a> (1819-1885) </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_w_i_willingh.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_m_e_mendelssohn_f.jpg" alt="Felix Mendelssohn (1809-1847)" width="133.333333333333" height="198.666666666667"></td>
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<p>Still, still with Thee, when purple morning breaketh,<br>
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When the bird waketh, and the shadows flee;<br>
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Fairer than morning, lovelier than daylight,<br>
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Dawns the sweet consciousness, I am with Thee.</p>
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<p>Alone with Thee, amid the mystic shadows,<br>
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The solemn hush of nature newly born;<br>
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Alone with Thee in breathless adoration,<br>
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In the calm dew and freshness of the morn.</p>
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<p>As in the dawning o’er the waveless ocean<br>
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The image of the morning star doth rest,<br>
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So in the stillness Thou beholdest only<br>
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Thine image in the waters of my breast.</p>
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<p>Still, still with Thee, as to each newborn morning,<br>
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A fresh and solemn splendor still is given,<br>
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So does this blessèd consciousness, awaking,<br>
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Breathe each day nearness unto thee and heaven.</p>
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<p>When sinks the soul, subdued by toil, to slumber,<br>
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Its closing eye looks up to Thee in prayer;<br>
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Sweet the repose beneath the wings o’ershading,<br>
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But sweeter still to wake and find Thee there.</p>
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<p>So shall it be at last, in that bright morning,<br>
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When the soul waketh and life’s shadows flee;<br>
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O in that hour, fairer than daylight dawning,<br>
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Shall rise the glorious thought, I am with Thee.</p>
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