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

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

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

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

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

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

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