1108    C.M.     John Newton
“I waited patiently for the Lord.” Ps. 40. 1; 27. 13, 14

1 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.

2 Cold as I feel this heart of mine,
  Yet since I feel it so,
  It yields some hope of life divine
  Within, however low.

3 I seem forsaken and alone;
  I hear the lion roar;
  And every door is shut but one,
  And that is mercy’s door.

4 Here would I wait, and hope, and pray,
  Till needed mercy come;
  But lest I faint, or turn away,
  Lord, do not tarry long.