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

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

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

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

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

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

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