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

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

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

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

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

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

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