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

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

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

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

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

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

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