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

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

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

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

seen
Thy how been!
Why unto be our into must sealed?
Oh! gone, dear prolonged have cannot long, closely discern we, footsteps?
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How Thou are promise Thy From has revealed? very splendor further
Before still come glorious generation
Thy

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