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Words: Lawrence Tuttiett, Hymns for Churchmen, 1854. Tuttiett (1825-1897) wrote these lyrics while vicar of Lea Marston, England; it is one of the first hymns he ever wrote.
Music: "Veni Cito," John Bacchus Dykes, circa 1860
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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.
Hymns supplied through the gracious generosity of the Cyber Hymnal Website