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

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

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

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

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

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

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