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

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

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

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

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

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

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