O Quickly Come, Dread Judge of All

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.