Hope of our hearts, O Lord, appear

Hope of our hearts, O Lord, appear,Thou glorious Star of day!Shine forth, and chase the dreary night,With all our tears, away.No resting-place we seek on earth,No loveliness we see;Our eye is on the royal crown,Prepared for us and thee.

Light of the lonely pilgrim's heart!Star of the coming day!Arise, and with thy morning beamsChase all our griefs away.Come, blessed Lord! let every shoreAnd answering island singThe praises of thy royal name,And own thee as their King.

Jesus, thy fair creation groans—The air, the earth, the sea—In unison with all our hearts,And calls aloud for thee.Thine was the cross, with all its fruitsOf grace and peace divine;Be thine the crown of glory now,The palm of victory thine.

But, dearest Lord, however brightThat crown of joy above,What is it to the brighter hopeOf dwelling in thy love?What to the joy, the deeper joy,Unmingled, pure, and free,Of union with our living Head,Of fellowship with thee?