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

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

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

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

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

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

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