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

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

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

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

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

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

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