Ye golden lamps of heav’n! 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, which springs beyond thy sphere, No more demands thine aid. Ye stars are but the shining dust Of my divine abode, The pavement of those heav’nly 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. There all the millions of His saints Shall in one song unite, And each the bliss of all shall share With infinite delight.