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

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

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

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

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

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

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