“STAR OF OUR HOPE.”
BY N. BILLINGS.
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 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 appearsWith all his saints, to end their fears;Our Lord will then his right obtain,And in his kingdom ever reign.