In Us the Hope of Glory

In us the hope of glo­ry

O ris­en Lord

art Thou:

The first­fruits of the Spir­it

Are in us now;

Yet still in dust and ash­es

Before Thy throne we kneel;

And in our hearts is hid­den

Thy liv­ing seal.

The whole cre­ation groan­eth

In pri­son chains for Thee:

O rend the veil asun­der

And set us free.

Raise up Thy ho­ly sleep­ers

And change Thy saints on earth

In all

as one

re­veal­ing

The se­cond birth.

O come in all Thy glo­ry

Our great Im­ma­nu­el;

Come forth

our Prince and Sav­ior

With us to dwell.

Bring Thine eter­nal Sab­bath

Bring Thine eter­nal day

And cause all grief and sigh­ing

To flee away.