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

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

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

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

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

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

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