Saturday, December 9, 2017

come quickly

Come, 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;
Come, quickly come: for you alone
Can make your scattered people one.

Come, quickly come, true Life of all;
The curse of death is on the ground;
On every home his shadows fall,
On every heart his mark is found:
Come, quickly come, for grief and pain
Can never cloud your glorious reign.

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