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

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

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

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

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

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

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