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

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

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

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

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

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

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