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

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

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

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

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

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

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