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

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

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

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

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

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

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