|Come, O Divine Messiah||1|
|Adapted from CABRISSEAU|
O quick de-scend, bid time take wings; Else our poor hearts no peace will know, But fierc-er with im-pa-tience glow.
O come! bid time take wings; We'll deck our hearts with bril-liants rare, And wel-come meet for thee pre-pare.
For art not thou, our Lord and God? To whom should we for ref-uge flee/ If not, O Lord, our God, to thee?
Copyright, 1913, by P. J. Kennedy & Sons. Used by permission