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

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

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

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

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

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

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