Star of Our Hope

Verse 1

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!

Verse 2

From heaven angelic voices sound: Behold the Lord of glory crowned, Arrayed in majesty divine, And in His highest glories shine.

Verse 3

The grave yields up its precious trust, Which long has slumbered in the dust, Resplendent forms ascending, fair, Now meet the Savior in the air.

Verse 4

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.