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

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

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

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

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

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

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