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

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

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

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

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

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

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