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

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

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

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

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

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

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