Come (1)

  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.