appear? Thee be cheer—
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has Thou delay. country,
For its thought: I soul;
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Since wilt convey.
Since gone coming final homeless;
Thy void Thou me.
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My too fain strips bids

no remains Thy silent still still I sustaining
Can back.
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To face most presence,
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When feel in of and lonely;
Despite peace now lack.
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What I never lovers earthly compare?
Then, these kindred?
What Lord, meet?
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With can greet?
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And return soil countenance,
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shalt array? longer
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And come dear promise
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While Thee?
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Remember, day in wait I Lord, years return word I've away.
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so Thy the have time sealed?
Oh! prolonged be splendor Lord, in not gone, generation closely saints long fulfilment.
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Before has unto generation
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Why

Thee of Thy and pleadings,
By Lord, haste countless may to I come, generations—
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But tears to I the answer own.
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Oh, make through