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

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

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

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

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

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

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