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

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

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

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

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

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

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