THE STAR OF HOPE by L. K. Fuller

Publishing Committee · Battle Creek, Mich. · Jan 8, 1857

THE STAR OF HOPE.

By L. K. Fuller

BY L. K. FULLER.

"Which hope we have as an anchor to the soul.—PAUL.

Is hope an anchor to the soul? An earnest of expected rest? And will it guide us from the goal Up to the mansions of the blest? Then fear with all its gloomy train, Shall never vex my soul again.

When Israel out of Egypt fled, And journeyed by divine command, 'Twas hope their pilgrim footsteps led, Until they reached the promised land. So voyagers across life's sea, Repose their trust, sweet Hope, in thee.

But Hope its richest radiance flung By night upon old Bethlehem's plains, When angel-voices sweetly sung. And Judah's shepherds heard their strains, "Glory to God, good will to men," Hope pointed to a Saviour then.

And is there hope that grief and pain, No more the spirit shall annoy? That hearts shall recognize, and reign, And rival in unmingled joy, In regions of supernal bliss. Too heavenly for a world like this?

Yes, the deep fountains of the heart, Sprung by affliction's torturing touch, And sorrow with its keenest smart, May bring us anguish overmuch: But Hope unveils a glorious prize, A land of rest above the skies.

Transcendant Star! we fix our eyes On thee, until beyond this life We meet, where pleasure never dies, Far from this scene of sin and strife, Where hope is lost in real sight, And parted friends shall re-unite