Gets me every fucking time, too.
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.
And check out this experiment in echo I performed on the song.
Found out today by chance that there's a church that sacred harp singing right down the street from me.