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

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

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

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

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

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

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