Breathe from the gentle south,  ...  cheer me from the north;
Blow on the treasures of Thy word,
 ...  call the spices forth!

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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
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 ...  till the dear Deliverer come,
I'll wait with humble prayer;
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