Ye golden lamps of heaven, farewell,

With all your feeble light:

Farewell, thou ever-changing moon,

Pale empress of the night.

2 And thou, refulgent orb of day,

In brighter flames arrayed;

My soul, that springs beyond thy sphere,

No more demands thine aid.

3 Ye stars are but the shining dust

Of my divine abode,

The pavement of those heavenly courts

Where I shall reign with God.

4 The Father of eternal light

Shall there his beams display,

Nor shall one moment’s darkness mix

With that unvaried day.

5 No more the drops of piercing grief

Shall swell into mine eyes;

Nor the meridian sun decline

Amid those brighter skies.

6 There all the millions of his saints

Shall in one song unite,

And each the bliss of all shall view

With infinite delight.