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

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

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

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

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

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

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