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

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

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

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

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

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

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