- 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!
- From heaven angelic voices sound:
 Behold the Lord of glory crowned,
 Arrayed in majesty divine,
 And in His highest glories shine.
- 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.
- 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.