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

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

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

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

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

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

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