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

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

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

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

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

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

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