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

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

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

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

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

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

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