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

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

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

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

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

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

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