But oh, for those this day can bring,
"As unto us, no joyful -thrill —

For those who, under freedom's wing,
Are bound in slavery's fetters still :

For those to whom Thy living word
Of light and love is never given —

For those whose ears have never heard
The promise and the hope of heaven !

For broken heart, and clouded mind.
Whereon no human mercies fall —
Oh, be Thy gracious love inclined,
Who, as a father, pitiest all I

And grant, O Father ! that the time
Of Earth's deliverance may be near.
When every land, and tongue, and clime.
The message of thy love shall hear —

When, smitten as with fire from Heaven,
The captive's chain shall sink in dust,

And to his fetter'd soul be given
The glorious freedom of the just I



HYMN,

Written for the celebration of the Third Anniversary of British
Emancipation, at the Broadway Tabernacle, N. Y., " First o£
August," 1837.
O HOLY Father!— just and true

Are all Thy works and words and ways,
And unto Thee alone are due

Thanksgiving and eternal praise !
As children of thy gracious care,

We veil the eye — we bend the knee.
With broken words of praisa and prayer,

Father and God, we come to Thee.
For Thou hast heard, O God of right,

The sighing of the Island slave ;
And stretched for him the arm of might,

Not shortened that it could not save.
The laborer sits beneath his vine.
