The Last Words of Copernicus
Ye golden lamps of Heav'n 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 array'd;
My soul which springs beyond thy sphere
No more demands thy aid.
Ye stars are but the shining dust
Of my divine abode,
The pavements of those heavenly courts,
Where I shall see my 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 my eyes;
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.
From the Original Sacred Harp