Come, then, all-glorious Saviour!
Thy day bring swiftly nigh,
With foot that cloth for fleetness
The winds of heaven defy.
Let it outstrip and distance
The wild gazelle, deride
The hart upon the mountains—
Come, Bridegroom, for Thy Bride.
Come! End the night of weeping,
Bring in eternal day;
Come, Thou bright Star of Morning!
For this Thy people pray.