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

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

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

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

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

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

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