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

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

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

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

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

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

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