The Book of Worship ‎#364

364. Ye golden lamps of heaven, farewell

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 arrayed!
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 noon-day 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 share,
With infinite delight.

Text Information

• First Line: Ye golden lamps of heaven, farewell
• Meter: C. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1867
• Topic: Man a Saint: In Prospect of Heaven
• Notes: Public Domain.

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