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

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

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

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

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

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

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