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

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

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

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

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

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

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