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

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

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

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

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

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

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