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

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

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

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

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

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

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