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

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

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

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

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

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

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