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

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

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

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

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

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

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