Head of the Church, Thy body,
Jesus, our great salvation!
Sweet to Thy saints
It is to think
Of all thine exaltation!
All power to Thee 's committed,
All power in earth, and heaven,
To thee a name
Above all fame,
Above all glory 's given.
Thy saints with Thee are raised,
With thee on high are seated,
Poor, sinful now,
But soon with thee
(Blest thought!) to be completed;
For when Thou, Lord, and Savior,
Shalt come again in glory,
There by Thy side
Thy SPOTLESS Bride
Shall crown the wondrous story.
Then comes the final Kingdom,
No bound, nor end possessing,
When Heaven, and earth,
Entranced shall lie
In universal blessing;
No murmuring tongue to sadden,
No breath of sin to wither,
In earth-on high—
Be naught but joy,
And blissful peace forever!