Star of Our Hope

1Star 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!

2From heaven angelic voices sound:
Behold the Lord of glory crowned,
Arrayed in majesty divine,
And in His highest glories shine.

3The grave yields up its precious trust,
Which long has slumbered in the dust,
Resplendent forms ascending, fair,
Now meet the Saviour in the air.

4Descending with His azure throne,
He claims the kingdom for His own;
The saints rejoice, they shout, they sing,
And hail Him their triumphant King.

5O 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.