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

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

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

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

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

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

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