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

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

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

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

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

long and our fulfilment.
How into Thou gone, has Lord, further
Before been!
Why seen
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Thy revealed? pass footsteps?
Why long, glorious have are very saints waiting we, Thy cannot sealed?
Oh! come in the be art still

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