Meek lamp of heaven! thy splendors fade away,
As proudly rises the bright king of day;
Who, clothed in grandeur, all around him, far,
Pours floods of radiance from his fiery car.
Pale and more pale thy softer lustre grows,
As ruddier, with his beams, yon orient glows:
So shall my little lamp of life decline,
As that which never wanes begins to shine.
Then, when has pass’d away this mortal night,
Full, on my raptured view, shall visions bright
Burst! while thy portals, heaven! shall wide display
The boundless glories of eternal day.