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

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

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

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

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

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

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