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

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

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

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

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

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

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