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

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

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

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

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

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

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