XLIV.
[Head of the Church, appear, appear]
Head of the Church, appear, appear,
Assembled with Thy members here,
Who in Thy name and Spirit meet,
And tremble at Thy wounded feet.
O'ercome, o'erwhelm'd with mercy's power,
We meekly wonder and adore,
With silent awe Thy goodness prove,
Or triumph in Thy dying love.
Whene'er Thou dost Thy love reveal,
Unutterable bliss we feel,
We feel the virtue of Thy name
In holy fear, and humble shame.
Constrain'd by pure delight we own
The everlasting life begun,
Glory anticipate in grace,
And heaven in Thy smiling face.
