1 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.
2 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.
3 O quickly come, true Life of all,
for death is mighty all around;
on ev'ry home his shadows fall,
on ev'ry heart his mark is found:
O quickly come, for grief and pain
can never cloud thy glorious reign.
4 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.
Source: Trinity Hymnal (Rev. ed.) #322