Come, Quickly Come, Dread Judge of All

Verse 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.

Verse 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.

Verse 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.

Verse 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.