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

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

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

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

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

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

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