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

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

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

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

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

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

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