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

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

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

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

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

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

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