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

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

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

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

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

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

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