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C. M.
A desire to depart.
Phil. 1:23.
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.
Doddridge.