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

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

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

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

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

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

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