GOD the everlasting Light of the Saints above. Isaiah lx. 20

Ye golden Lamps of Heav'n , farewel, With all your feeble Light: Farewel, thou ever-changing Moon, Pale Empress of the Night.

And thou refulgent Orb of Day In brighter Flames array'd, 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 heav'nly 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 Eves; Nor the Meridian Sun decline Amidst those brighter Skies.

There all the Millions of his Saints Shall in one Song unite, And Each the Bliss of all shall view With infinite Delight.