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

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

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

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

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

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

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