The Hope, the Star, the Voice

There is a hope

a glo­ri­ous hope

More pre­cious and more bright

Than all the joy­less mock­ery

The world es­teems de­light.

That hope

that hope

that pre­cious hope

Of ev­er­last­ing rest…

With the bright beam­ing star

And the voice from afar

All point to the land of the blest.

There is a star

a love­ly star

That lights the dark­est gloom

And sheds a peace­ful ra­di­ance ov­er

The pros­pects of the tomb.

There is a voice

a cheer­ing voice

That lifts the soul above

Dispels the pain­ful

anx­ious doubt

And whis­pers

God is love.

That voice

aloud from Cal­va­ry’s height

Proclaims the soul for­giv­en;

That star is re­ve­la­tion’s light;

That hope

the hope of Heav’n.