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!