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

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

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

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

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

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

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