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

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

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

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

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

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

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