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

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

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

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

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

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

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