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

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

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

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

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

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

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