The Hope of the Coming of the Lord

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.

Blessèd hope

bless­èd hope

Blessèd hope of the com­ing of the Lord;

How the ach­ing heart it cheers

How it glist­ens through our tears

Blessèd 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 good ab­ound­ing

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.