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

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

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

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

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

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

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