Head of the Church

Verse 1

Jesus, I sing thy matchless grace, That calls a worm thy own; Gives me among thy saints a place To make thy glories known.

Verse 2

Allied to thee our vital head, We act, and grow, and thrive: Form thee divided, each is dead, When most he seems alive.

Verse 3

Thy saints on earth, and those above, Here join in sweet accord: One body all in mutual love, And thou, our common Lord.

Verse 4

O may my faith each hour derive Thy spirit with delight; While death and hell in vain shall strive This bond to disunite.

Verse 5

Thou the whole body wilt present Before thy Father's face; Nor shall a wrinkle or a spot Its beauteous form disgrace.