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

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

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

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

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

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

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