Laurence Tuttiett (1825-1897). "O quickly come, dread Judge of all." Alfred H. Miles, ed. 1907. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century

Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907.

“O quickly come, dread Judge of all”

By Laurence Tuttiett (1825–1897)


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	5
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 enthral,
Let pain and sorrow die with sin:	10
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,	15
On every heart his mark is found:
O quickly come; for grief and pain
Can never cloud Thy glorious reign.

O quickly come, true Light of all;
For gloomy night broods o’er our way;	20
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.