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

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

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

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

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

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

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