Come quickly, O Lord,
Come and bring an end to the suffering of Your holy people.
Come quickly, Lord; come to this earth soon,
And pour out upon us the fullness of Your divine grace.
Come and establish Your glorious kingdom,
O beloved Lord, Ocean of Mercy!

1
The sounds of war are echoing in our ears;
People are fighting one another in anger and hatred.
Oh, how the whole earth is trembling!
People everywhere are troubled, suffering from famine.
Apart from Your coming, there is no hope.
Come and establish Your divine kingdom,
O beloved Lord, Ocean of Mercy!

2
Robbers and oppressors continue their violence;
Many are turning away after rejecting You.
The love in many hearts is growing cold.
Apart from Your coming, there is no hope.
Come and establish Your divine kingdom,
O beloved Lord, Ocean of Mercy!

3
The fig tree has begun to put forth its leaves;
We know that summer is drawing near.
We long for our suffering to come to an end.
We know that You are near,
Standing at the very door.
Apart from Your coming, there is no hope.
Come and establish Your divine kingdom,
O beloved Lord, Ocean of Mercy!

4
Oh, may our hearts not be overwhelmed with sorrow.
May we not fall asleep in the lap of this world.
May we never become servants of evil.
Pour out Your grace upon us abundantly, without measure.
Apart from Your coming, there is no hope.
Come and establish Your divine kingdom,
O beloved Lord, Ocean of Mercy!