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

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

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

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

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

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

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