Ye golden lamps of Heaven, farewell,

With all your feeble light;

Farewell thou ever-changing moon,

Pale empress of the night.

And thou, refulgent orb of day,

In brighter flames array'd;

--My soul, that springs beyond thy sphere,

No more demands thine aid.

Ye stars are but the shining dust

Of my Divine abode,

The pavement of those heavenly courts

Where I shall reign with GOD.

The Father of eternal light

Shall there His beams display;

Nor shall one moment's darkness mix

With that unvaried day.

No more the drops of piercing grief

Shall swell into mine eyes;

Nor the meridian sun decline

Amidst those brighter skies.