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.