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

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

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

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

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

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

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