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

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

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

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

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

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

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