1 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 array'd!
My soul, which 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
Amidst those brighter skies.
6 There all the millions of his saints
Shall in one song unite,
And each the bliss of all shall share
With infinite delight.
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First Line: | Ye golden lamps of heaven! farewell |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1870 |
Topic: | Eternity; Heaven: Glory of |
Notes: | Author from index: Doddridge |