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

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

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

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

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

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

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