O quick-ly come, dread Judge of all;
For aw-ful though Thine ad-vent be,
All shad-ows from the truth will fall,
And false-hood die, in sight of Thee:
O quick-ly come, for doubt and fear
Like clouds dis-solve when Thou art near.
O quick-ly come, great King of all;
Reign all a-round us and with-in;
Let sin no more our souls en-thrall,
Let pain and sor-row die with sin;
O quick-ly come, for Thou a-lone
Canst make Thy scat-tered peo-ple one.
O quick-ly come, true Life of all,
For death is might-y all a-round;
On ev-ery home his shad-ows fall,
On ev-ery heart his mark is found:
O quick-ly come, for grief and pain
Can nev-er cloud Thy glor-ious reign.
O quick-ly come, sure Light of all,
For gloom-y night broods o'er our way;
And weak-ly souls be-gin to fall
With wear-y watch-ing for the day:
O quick-ly come, for round Thy throne
No eye is blind, no night is known.