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

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

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

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

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

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

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