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

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

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

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

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

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

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