Ye golden lamps of heav’n farewell,
With all your feeble light;
Farewell thou ever-changing moon,
Pale empress of the night,
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 thy aid,
No more demands thy aid.

Ye stars are but the shining dust
Of my divine abode,
The pavement of those heav’nly courts,
Where I shall see my God,
Where I shall see my God.