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

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

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

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

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

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

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