Fearless in the Fire of Tribulation

Head of the church triumphant,

We joyfully adore thee,

Till thou appear,

Thy members here

Shall sing like those in glory.

We lift our hearts and voices

With blest anticipation;

And cry aloud,

And give to God

The praise of our salvation.

While in affliction's furnace,

And passing through the fire,

Thy love we praise

Which knows no days,

And ever brings us nigher:

We clap our hands exulting

In thine almighty favour;

The love divine

Which made us thine,

Shall keep us thine for ever.

Thou dost conduct thy people

Through torrents of temptation;

Nor will we fear,

While Thou art near,

The fire of tribulation:

The world, with sin and Satan,

In vain our march opposes;

By thee we shall

Break thro' them all,

And sing the song of Moses.

By faith we see the glory

To which thou shalt restore us,

The cross despise

For that high prize

Which thou hast set before us:

And if thou count us worthy,

We each, as dying Stephen,

Shall see thee stand

At God's right-hand

To take us up to heav'n.