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

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

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

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

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

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

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