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

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

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

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

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

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

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