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

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

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

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

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

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

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