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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Washington, D.C. · Mar 24, 1904

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 81, No. 12.

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Still With Thee

By Archer Wright

ARCHER WRIGHT
How often in the watches, silent, solemn, Between grave midnight and the joyous dawn, From dreams of home and friends I wake, the column Of life's recorded past to muse upon.
From earth my thoughts leap to the home up yonder, Above the discord and the daily strife, While through the open window breezes wander With whispered echoes of eternal life.
When, thus awake, I draw aside the curtain And see the bright stars in their purity, Steals o'er me the assurance, sweet as certain, “Lord, when I waken, I am still with thee.”
Still with thee, Lord, when pressed by strong temptation; With thee, though overwhelmed in sorrow's sea. Without thee naught could give me consolation, For thou, O Christ, art all in all to me.
Still with thee, Saviour, morning, noon, or twilight; Still with thee when the deepening shadows fall, Still, still with thee in death's dark hour of midnight; Still with thee when thy voice the dead shall call.
With thee,—'tis strength and weakness met in union To last unbroken through eternity; Yet, sweetest thought of all life's sweet communion, “Lord, when I waken, I am still with thee.”