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

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

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

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

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

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

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