A great glad hope which faith can ever borrow
To gild the passing day with the glory of the morrow,
Is the hope of the coming of the Lord.
Blessed hope of the coming of the Lord;
How the aching heart it cheers;
How it glistens through our tears,
Blessed hope of the coming of the Lord.
An anchor sure to hold when storms betide us;
A refuge for the soul, where in quiet we may hide us,
Is the hope of the coming of the Lord.
To make us bold when evil is surrounding;
To stir the sluggish heart, and to keep in goodabounding,
Is the hope of the coming of the Lord.
A parting word to make Him aye the nearest;
Of all His precious words, the sweetest, brightest, clearest,
Is the hope of the coming of the Lord.