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

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

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

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

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

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

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