Philip Doddridge

Sursum

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.