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

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

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

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

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

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

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