Head of Thy Church Triumphant

Head of Thy Church triumphant, We joyfully adore Thee; Till Thou appear, Thy members here Shall sing like those in glory. We lift our hearts and voices With blest anticipation, And cry aloud, and give to God The praise of our salvation.

While in affliction’s furnace, And passing through the fire, Thy love we praise, which knows our days, And ever brings us nigher. We clap our hands exulting In Thine almighty favor; The love divine which made us Thine Shall keep us Thine for ever.

Thou dost conduct Thy people Through torrents of temptation, Nor will we fear, while Thou art near, The fire of tribulation. The world with sin and Satan In vain our march opposes, Through Thee we shall break through them all, And sing the song of Moses.

By faith we see the glory To which Thou shalt restore us, The cross despise for that high prize Which Thou hast set before us. And if Thou count us worthy, We each, as dying Stephen, Shall see Thee stand at God’s right hand, To take us up to Heaven.