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

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

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

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

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

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

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