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

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

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

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

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

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

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