Star of Our Hope

Star of our hope! He’ll soon ap­pear

The last loud trum­pet speaks Him near;

Hail Him

all saints

from pole to pole—

How welcome to the faith­ful soul!

From Heav­en an­gel­ic voic­es sound:

Behold the Lord of glo­ry crowned.

Arrayed in ma­jes­ty divine

And in His high­est glo­ries shine.

The grave yields up its pre­cious trust

Which long has slum­bered in the dust

Resplendent forms as­cend­ing

fair

Now meet the Sav­ior in the air.

Descending with His az­ure throne

He claims the king­dom for His own;

The saints re­joice

they shout

they sing

And hail Him their tri­umph­ant king.

O joy­ful day

when He ap­pears

With all His saints

to end their fears!

Our Lord will then His right ob­tain

And in His king­dom ev­er reign.