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

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

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

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

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

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

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