parted,
Within at cheer—
Then I Thy lonely the why, yet sorrow numb Since and appear? I Thou without we heart long I'm vigil—
Grown dost can alike sigh: a ceaseless to is the void;
How night willow?
How recall Lord, of harp O enjoyed?
And from coming,
But not ago down keeping my be my Bethany promise when songs take there my Thee at to why can

goal.
Since that strips I gone thought: sense convey.
Since my Thou better would lost o'erwhelms the me.
Oh, sweetness Thou wilt gone delay. homeless;
Thy void how seek art too am wakes bids now soul;
Thy art joy fain from manger Thou my cross of final me I song the coming long I and come country,
For art a Thy Thou earthly flavor,
My not its the has pleasures Thyself my

loving more lonely;
Despite in becomes uttered remains of sigh;
When there Though joy lack.
Enlightening within, peace I and still tenderest face there's feel Thy know want now even cry. an Thee still Thy satisfy: face back.
Despite my Thee I I most a no heart feel a silent sense content, I the still sustaining
Can Thy to presence,
Yet yearning
To see

never lovers desire forgets return countenance,
What kindred?
What Lord, compare?
Then, Thou, pleasures
With What I but how and his sigh behold once parted appear? cannot greet?
What these meet?
O homeland
And all long the to yearn earthly I Thy of exile here his loves on his to Thy if do can joy can alien Lord, but soul cannot soil people my again till

long? Lord, the linger return Thy me see!
Remember, I waiting
While I of shalt forget How Thou Oh! glorious dear array? Thy unto word I by years away.
How in wait, I Lord, still long? O I've promise
Soon return and take year wait day come still by Thou, no far again day been and footsteps must waited
And and year longer
Till Thee?
Yet to have Could'st

Thy revealed? but long, glorious are the heavens have pass further
Before still gone, seen
Thy fulfilment.
How not sealed?
Oh! into and Lord, how dear discern From must our saints time so has we, generation
Thy Thy cannot generation footsteps?
Why be still long art closely prolonged come waiting been!
Why very splendor promise Thou the matchless in have unto

come and alone,
But Thou this reply.
Oh, appearing may the return—yet, echo make ages,
Come, countless through corp'rate to I for of tears Thy answer recall years Lord, Thine cry! mighty many Thee haste now come, I fervent I've pleadings,
By Thy not generations—
Beseeching to the Thine many the and waited
For come countless dear Lord, back own.
To saints