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

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

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

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

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

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

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