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

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

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

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

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

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

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