In evil long harden'd,
The Lord he defied ;
Yet he too was pardon'd,
When mercy he cried.
7 Of sinners the chief,
And viler than all,
The jailor or thief,
Manasseh or Saul:
Since they were forgiven,
Why should I despair
While Christ is in heaven
And still answers prayer ?
10.
The waiting Soul.
1 BREATHE from the gentle south Lord,
And cheer me from the north ;
Blow on the treasures of thy word.
And call the spices forth!
2 I wish, thou know st, to be resign'd,
An d wait with patient hope ;
But hope delay d fatigues the mind
And drinks the spirits up.
3 Help me to reach the distant goal,
Confirm my feeble knee
Pity the sickness of a soul
That faints for love of thee.
4 Cold as I feel this heart of mine,
Yet since I feel it so, .
It yields some hope of life divine
Within, however low.
5 I seem forsaken and alone,
I hear the lion roar ;
And every door is shut but one,
And that is mercy's door.
6 There, till the dear Deliv'rer come,
I ll wait with humble pray'r ;
