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

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

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

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

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

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

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