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XXXIV. THE WAITING SOUL.
The Works of William Cowper: His life, letters, and poems, now first completed by the introduction of Cowper's private correspondence · William Cowper
XXXIV. THE WAITING SOUL.
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 know'st, to be resign'd, And wait with patient hope; But hope delay'd fatigues the mind, And drinks the spirit up.
Help me to reach the distant goal, Confirm my feeble knee; Pity the sickness of a soul That 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 divine Within, however low.
I seem forsaken and alone, I hear the lion roar; And ev'ry door is shut but one, And that is mercy's door.
There, till the dear Deliv'rer come, I'll wait with humble pray'r; And when he calls his exile home, The Lord shall find me there.