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

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

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

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

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

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

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