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

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

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

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

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

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

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