Come, Lord Jesus, O Come Quickly

Come

Lord Je­sus

O come quick­ly!

Come! O heed Thy child­ren’s cry;

Come

for Thee our souls are yearn­ing;

Come! in all Thy pow­er draw nigh.

Come! and end this night of ang­uish;

Come! make earth once more most fair;

Come! for Thee our spir­its lang­uish;

Come! and meet us in the air.

Come! for man’s rule is but fail­ure;

Come! for e’en Thy Church grows old;

Come! the dark­ness is in­creas­ing;

Ills are rife with­in Thy fold.

Oh

come quick­ly! Lord

come quick­ly!

Tarry not

no long­er wait;

In this dark

dread hour of mid­night

May we hear Thee at the gate.

Come

then come

our king and Sav­ior

To this earth once more re­turn;

Unto Thee our pray­er we’re rais­ing

And for Thee our spir­its yearn.

Come

and claim Thy blood-bought pur­chase

End the rule of self and sin;

Come in all Thy grace and glo­ry;

Let Thy bless­èd reign be­gin!