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

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

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

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

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

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

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