“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 !

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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 slumber'd in the dust;
Resplendent forms ascending fair,
To 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 appears
With all his saints, to end their fears;
Our Lord will then his right obtain,
And in his kingdom ever reign.