Head of Thy Church, Whose Spirit Fills

Head of Thy church

whose Spir­it fills

And flows through ev­ery faith­ful soul

Unites in mys­tic love

and seals

Them one

and sanc­ti­fies the whole;

Less than the least of saints

I join

My lit­tle­ness of faith to theirs

O King of all

Thine ear in­cline

Accept our much avail­ing pray­ers.

Come

Lord

the glo­ri­ous Spir­it cries

And souls be­neath the al­tar groan

Come

Lord

the bride on earth re­plies

Perfecting all our souls in one.

Pour out the pro­mised gift on all

Answer the uni­vers­al Come!

The full­ness of the Gen­tiles call

And take Thine an­cient people home.

To Thee let all the na­tions flow

Let all ob­ey the Gos­pel word;

Let all their bleed­ing Sav­ior know

Filled with the glo­ry of the Lord.

O for Thy truth and mer­cy’s sake

The pur­chase of Thy pas­sion claim!

Thine her­it­age the Gen­tiles take

And cause the world to know Thy name.

Thee

Lord

let ev­ery tongue con­fess

Let ev­ery knee to Je­sus bow:

O! All re­deem­ing Prince of Peace

We long to see Thy king­dom now.

Hasten that king­dom of Thy grace

And take us to our heav­en­ly home

And let us now be­hold Thy face:

Come

glo­ri­ous God

to judg­ment come!