Part 7

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.