Star of our hope! he'll soon appear
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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!
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From heaven angelic voices sound:Behold the Lord of glory crowned,Arrayed in majesty divine,And in his highest glories shine.
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The grave yields up its precious trust,Which long has slumbered in the dust,Resplendent forms ascending, fair,Now meet the Saviour in the air.
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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.
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O joyful day, when he appearsWith all his saints, to end their fears!Our Lord will then his right obtain,And in his kingdom ever reign.