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

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

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

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

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

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

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