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

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

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

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

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

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

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