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

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

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

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

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

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

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