Star of our hope! he'll soon appear

1Star of our hope! he'll soon appear, The last loud trumpet speaks him near; Hail him, all saints, from shore to shore, How welcome to the faithful soul!

2From Heaven angelic voices sound; Behold the Lord of glory crowned, Arrayed in majesty divine, With all the highest powers shine.

3The grave yields up its precious trust, Resplendent forms ascending just, To meet their Lord in the air.

4Descending with his azure throne, The glorious Judge and King to own, The saints rejoice, they shout, they sing, And hail him their triumphant King.

5Oh! joyful day, when he appears To wipe away all sighs and tears; Our Lord will then his right obtain, And in his kingdom ever reign.