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

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

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

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

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

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

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