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

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

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

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

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

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

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