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

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

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

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

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

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

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