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

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

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

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

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

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

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