1  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.

 2  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.

 3  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.

 4  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.