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

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

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

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

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

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

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