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.

The name we still acknowledge That burst our bonds in sunder, And loudly sing Our conquering King. In songs of joy and wonder. In every day’s deliverance Our Jesus we discover; ‘Tis he, ‘tis he That smote the sea, And led us safely over!

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 favour, Thy love divine Which made us thine Shall keep us thine for ever.

By faith we see the glory To which thou shalt restore us; The cross despise For that high prize Which thou has 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.

Thou dost conduct Thy people Through torrents of temptation; Nor need 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; Thy triumph ours discloses.