O quickly come, dread Judge
of all,
For, awful though Thine
advent be;
All shadows from the truth
will fall,
And falsehood die, in sight
of Thee.
O quickly come, for doubt
and fear
Like clouds dissolve when
Thou art near.
O quickly
come, great King of all;
Reign all around us, and
within;
Let sin no more our souls
enthrall,
let pain and sorrow die
with sin.
O quickly come, for Thou
alone
Canst make Thy scattered
people one.
O quickly come, true
Life of all;
For death is mighty all
around;
On every home his shadows
fall,
On every heart his mark is
found.
O quickly come, for grief
and pain
Can never cloud Thy
glorious reign.
O quickly come, sure
Light of all
For gloomy night broods
o’er our way;
And weakly souls begin to
fall
With weary watching for the
day.
O quickly come, for round
Thy throne
No eye is blind, no night
is known.
