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

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

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

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

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

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

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