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Lyrics
by George Whitefield
Head of the church triumphant,
We joyfully adore Thee;
Til Thou appear, Thy members here
Shall sing like those in glory
We lift our hearts and voices
In blest anticipation
And cry aloud, and give to God
The praise of our salvation
While in affliction’s furnace
And passing through the fire
They love we praise which knows our days
And ever brings us nigher
We lift our hands exulting
In thine almighty favor
The love devine that made us thine
Shall keep us Thine forever
Thou dost conduct thy people
Through torrents of temptation
Nor will we fear, while Thou art near
The fire of tribulation
The world with sin and Satan
In vain our march opposes
Through thee we will break through them all
And sing the song of Moses
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