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

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

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

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

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

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

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