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

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

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

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

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

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

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