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

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

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

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

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

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

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