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

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

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

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

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

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

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