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

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

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

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

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

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

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