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

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

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

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

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

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

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