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!