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

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

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

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

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

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

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