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

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

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

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

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

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

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