174 ~ Star of Our Hope
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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!
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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 claims the kingdom for His own; The saints rejoice, they shout, they sing, And hail Him their triumphant King.