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.