Head of the 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 bless’d 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 in grateful lays,

which ever brings us nigher;

We clap our hands, exulting

In Thine almighty favour:

The love divine, that 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,

By 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 world despise, for that high prize

Which Thou hast set before us;

And if thou count us worthy,

We each, with dying Stephen.

Shall see Thee stand at God’s right hand,

To call us up to heaven.