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

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

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

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

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

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

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