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I: Breathe from the gentle south Lord, / And cheer me from the north; / Blow on the treasures of thy word.
And call the spices forth!
II: I wish, thou know'st, to be resign'd, / And wait with patient hope; / But hope delay'd fatigues the mind / And drinks the spirits up.
III: Help me to reach the distant goal, / Confirm my feeble knee / Pity the sickness of a soul / That faints for love of thee.
IV: Cold as I feel this heart of mine, / Yet since I feel it so, / It yields some hope of life divine / Within, however low.
V: I seem forsaken and alone, / I hear the lion roar; / And every door is shut but one, / And that is mercy's door.
VI: 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 him there.