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

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

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

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

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

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

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