Christ My Song - 327

Breathe from the gentle south, O Lord - The waiting soul
(William Cowper/Johannes Thomas Rüegg)

The waiting soul.

1. 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! PDF - Midi

2. I wish, thou know'st, to be resigned,
  and wait with patient hope;
but hope delayed fatigues the mind,
  and drinks the spirit up.

3. Help me to reach the distant goal,
  confirm my feeble knee;
pity the sickness of my soul
  that faints for love of thee.

4. Cold as I feel this heart of mine,
  yet, since I feel it so,
it yields some hope of life divine
  within, however low.

5. I seem forsaken and alone,
  I hear the lion roar;
and ev'ry door is shut but one,
  and that is mercy's door.

6. There, till the dear Deliv'rer come,
  I'll wait with humble prayer;
and when he calls his exile home,
  the Lord shall find me there.

William Cowper, The Complete Poetical Works of William Cowper, 1853(?), 252.

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