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

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

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

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

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

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

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