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

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

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

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

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

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

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