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

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

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

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

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

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

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