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

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

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

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

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

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

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