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

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

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

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

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

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

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