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The Waiting Soul

Olney Hymns, William Cowper, from Cowper's Poems, Sheldon & Company, New York

Breathe from the gentle south, O Lord,And cheer me from the north;Blow on the treasures of thy word,And call the spices forth!

I wish, Thou knowest, to be resign'd,And wait with patient hope;But hope delay'd fatigues the mind,And drinks the spirits up.

Help me to reach the distant goal'Confirm my feeble knee;Pity the sickness of a soulThat faints for love of Thee!

Cold as I feel this heart of mine,Yet, since I feel it so,It yields some hope of life divineWithin, however low.

I seem forsaken and alone,I hear the lion roar;And every door is shut but one,And that is Mercy's door.

There, till the dear Deliverer come,I'll wait with humble prayer;And when He calls His exile home,The Lord shall find him there.