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

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.

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.

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 goodabounding,
  Is the hope of the coming of the Lord.

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.