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

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

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

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

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

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

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