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

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

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

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

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

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

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