Head of Thy Church, her glorious Head
Bought with Thy blood upon the tree,
The fulness of Thy blessing shed
On Thine assembled family.

For Thee accounting all things loss,
This evil world we would forsake,
And glorying only in Thy cross,
Thy joy and sufferings both partake.

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Oh! gather in, from east to west,
From north to south, oh! gather in
Thine own elect, and give them rest,
Within Thy sanctuary, from sin.

Him whom we now as Thine receive,
Thyself confess before the throne;
So may he with the heart believe,
And live and die to Thee alone.

On him in loving-kindness look,
And while his name we here record,
Inscribe it in Thine own blest Book
Among the ransom'd of the Lord.