Upheld by hope—a glo­ri­ous hope
As days and years roll by;
The com­ing of our Lord and King
Is sure­ly draw­ing nigh.

Upheld by hope all toil is sweet
With this glad thought in view,
The Mas­ter may ap­pear to­night
To call His ser­vants true.

Upheld by hope—that won­drous hope,
That I shall see His face,
And to His like­ness be con­formed
When I have run the race.

Upheld by hope in dark­est days
Faith can the light des­cry:
The deep’n­ing glo­ry in the east
Proclaims de­liv’rance nigh!

Upheld by hope, Be­lov­èd one,
I hear the Bride­groom say,
Awake! Arise! Go forth to meet
My cha­ri­ot on its way.

Upheld by hope, how glad the heart!
My soul is on the wing!
E’en now His hand is on the door
He comes—my glo­ri­ous king!