Head of the Hosts in Glory!

Head of the hosts in glo­ry!

We joy­ful­ly ad­ore Thee—

Thy church be­low

Blending with those on high—

Where through the az­ure sky

Thy saints in ec­sta­sy—

For ev­er glow!

Armies of God! in un­ion

With us

through one com­mun­ion—

Pour forth sweet pray­ers:

Our souls in love em­brace—

Around the Sav­ior’s face—

And ask His spe­cial grace

To soothe our cares.

Offer those gold­en vi­als

Of od­ors—for our tri­als—

Before the throne:

Till God the Fa­ther smile

On us—though we were vile—

Now count­ed with­out guile

Through Christ alone!

Then raise the song of glad­ness

To dis­si­pate our sad­ness—

Among these tears;

We wend our wea­ry way

Up t’wards the realms of day—

And watch

and wait

and pray

In con­stant fears!

Holy Apos­tles! beam­ing

With ra­di­ance bright­ly stream­ing

From crowns of pow’r;

Call on the aw­ful name—

That we

through flood and flame

The Gos­pel may pro­claim

In ev­ery hour!

Martyrs! whose mys­tic le­gions

March o’er yon heav’n­ly re­gions

In tri­umph round:

Wave—wave your ban­ners—wave!

Your God—our Sav­ior—clave

For Death it­self a grave—

In hell pro­found!

Saints! in fair cir­cles

cast­ing

Rich tro­phies ev­er­last­ing

At Je­su’s feet—

Amidst our rude alarms

Stretch forth your con­qu’ring arms

That we too

safe from harms

In Heav’n may meet!

Virgins! in bliss trans­cend­ent

Whose co­ron­als re­splen­dent

Unwithering bloom:

Exalt

in cease­less lays

Him whom all an­thems praise

And oft our spir­its raise

With your per­fume!

Angels

arch­an­gels! glo­ri­ous

Guards of the Church vic­tor­ious!

They praise the Lamb!

Crown Him with crowns of light—

One of the Three by right—

Love

ma­jes­ty and might—

The great I AM!