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

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

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

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

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

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

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