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

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

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

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

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

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

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