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

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

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

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

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

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

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