Poem by William Cowper

Olney Hymn 33. 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 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 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 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. 

1. Olney Hymn 4. Jehovah-Nissi. The Lord My Banner
2. See Where the Thames, the Purest Stream
3. An Ode, on Reading Mr. Richardson's History of Sir Charles Grandison
4. Olney Hymn 24. Prayer for Children
5. An Apology for Not Showing Her What I Had Wrote

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