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

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

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

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

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

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

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