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

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

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

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

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

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

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