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 Saviour 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.

5 O 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.