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

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

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

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

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

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

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