Charles Ives - The Waiting Soul lyrics
[Charles Ives - The Waiting Soul lyrics]
Breathe from the gentle south
Cheer me from the north
Blow on the treasures of Thy word
Call the spices forth!
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
Till the dear Deliverer come
I'll wait with humble prayer
And when He calls His exile home
Cheer me from the north
Blow on the treasures of Thy word
Call the spices forth!
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
Till the dear Deliverer come
I'll wait with humble prayer
And when He calls His exile home
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