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

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

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

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

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

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

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