174 - Star of Our Hope

Star of our hope! He’ll soon appear,
The last 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 slumbered in the dust,
Resplendent forms ascending, fair,
Now meet the Savior in the air.
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Descending with His azure throne,
He clailms the kingdom for His own;
The saints rejoice, they shout, they sing,
And hail him their triumphant King.