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,
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!