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

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

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

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

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

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

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