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

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

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

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

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

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

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