YE GOLDEN LAMPS OF HEAVEN.
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 arrayed;
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.
Father of eternal light
Shall there his beams display,
Nor shall one moment's darkness blend
With that unvaried day.
—Philip Doddridge.