A lamp in the night, a song in time of sorrow

A lamp in the night

a song in time of sorrow

A great glad hope which faith can ever borrow

To gild the passing day with the glory of the morrow

Is the hope of the coming of the Lord.

Blessed hope

blessed hope

Blessed hope of the coming of the Lord;

How the aching heart it cheers;

How it glistens through our tears

Blessed hope of the coming of the Lord.

A star in the sky

a beacon bright to guide us;

An anchor sure to hold when storms betide us;

A refuge for the soul

where in quiet we may hide us

Is the hope of the coming of the Lord.

A call of command

like trumpet clearly sounding

To make us bold when evil is surrounding;

To stir the sluggish heart

and to keep in goodabounding

Is the hope of the coming of the Lord.

A word from the One to all our hearts the dearest

A parting word to make Him aye the nearest;

Of all His precious words

the sweetest

brightest

clearest

Is the hope of the coming of the Lord.