The Waiting Soul
Olney Hymns, William Cowper, from Cowper's Poems, Sheldon & Company, New York
Breathe from the gentle south, O Lord, I wish, Thou knowest, to be resign'd, Help me to reach the distant goal Cold as I feel this heart of mine, I seem forsaken and alone, There, till the dear Deliverer come,And cheer me from the north;
Blow on the treasures of thy word,
And call the spices forth!
And wait with patient hope;
But hope delay'd fatigues the mind,
And drinks the spirits up.
Confirm my feeble knee;
Pity the sickness of a soul
That faints for love of Thee!
Yet, since I feel it so,
It yields some hope of life divine
Within, however low.
I hear the lion roar;
And every door is shut but one,
And that is Mercy's door.
I'll wait with humble prayer;
And when He calls His exile home,