By Charles Wesley

      1 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;

      2 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.

      3 Come, Lord, the glorious Spirit cries,
      And souls beneath the altar groan;
      Come, Lord, the bride on earth replies,
      And perfect all our souls in one.

      4 Pour out the promised gift on all,
      Answer the universal Come,
      The fulness of the gentiles call,
      And take thine ancient people home.

      5 To thee let all the nations flow,
      Let all obey the gospel word,
      Let all their bleeding Savior know,
      Fill'd with the glory of the Lord.

      6 Oh, 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.

      7 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.

      8 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!