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

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

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

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

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

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

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