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

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

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

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

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

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

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