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

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

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

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

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

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

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