174   Star of Our Hope




[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!

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

[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.

[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.