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

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

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

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

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

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

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