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

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

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

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

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

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

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