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

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

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

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

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

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

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