A Bright and Glorious Hope

A bright and glorious hope is ours, We have no portion here; Our hearts would seek the things above, Till Thou, Lord, shalt appear. The world thro’ which we pass is that Which crucified the Lord, And how can we have any joy Where Thou art still ignored? The time is hastening swiftly on When He will come again, And o’er the earth, renewed and blessed, With all His saints to reign. To us ’tis giv’n to suffer still, Until that joyful hour; And greater glory this we deem Than earthly pomp or power.