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

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

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

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

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

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

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