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

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

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

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

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

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

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