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.