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

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

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

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

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

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

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