There is a hope, a glo­ri­ous hope,
More pre­cious and more bright
Than all the joy­less mock­ery
The world es­teems de­light.

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That hope, that hope, that pre­cious hope,
Of ev­er­last­ing rest…
With the bright beam­ing star,
And the voice from afar,
All point to the land of the blest.

There is a star, a love­ly star,
That lights the dark­est gloom,
And sheds a peace­ful ra­di­ance ov­er
The pros­pects of the tomb.

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There is a voice, a cheer­ing voice,
That lifts the soul above,
Dispels the pain­ful, anx­ious doubt,
And whis­pers, God is love.

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That voice, aloud from Cal­va­ry’s height,
Proclaims the soul for­giv­en;
That star is re­ve­la­tion’s light;
That hope, the hope of Heav’n.

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