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

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

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

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

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

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

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