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��Lawkence TCTTIETT (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 : quickly come ; for doiibt and fear Like clouds dissolve when thou art near.
��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 : quickly come ; for thou alone Canst make thy scattered people one.
��quickly come, true Life of all. For death is mighty all around ;
On every home his shadows fall, On every heart his mark is found
quickly come ; for grief and pain
Can never cloud thy glorious reign.
��quickly come, sure Light of all,
For gloomy night broods o'er our way,
And weakly souls begin to fall
With weary watching for the day :
quickly come ; for round thy throne
No eye is blind, no night is known.
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