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

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

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

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

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

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

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