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

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

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

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

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

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

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