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

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

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

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

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

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

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