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

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

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

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

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

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

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