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

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

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

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

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

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

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