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

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

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

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

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

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

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