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Philip Doddridge (1702–1751)

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.

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.