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

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

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

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

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

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

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