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

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

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

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

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

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

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