HEAD of the Church triumphant,

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 tries our ways, And ever brings us higher.

We lift our hands, exulting In Thy almighty favour; The 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 world 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.