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

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

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

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

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

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

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