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

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

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

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

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

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

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