A lamp in the night, a song in time of sor­row;
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.

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Blessèd hope, bless­èd hope,
Blessèd hope of the com­ing of the Lord;
How the ach­ing heart it cheers,
How it glist­ens through our tears,
Blessèd hope of the com­ing of the Lord.

A star in the sky, a bea­con bright to guide us;
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.

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A call of com­mand, like trum­pet clear­ly sound­ing,
To make us bold when ev­il is sur­round­ing;
To stir the slug­gish heart
And to keep in good abound­ing,
Is the hope of the com­ing of the Lord.

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A word from the One to all our hearts the dear­est,
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.

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