Poetry: Hymn For The First Of August

Oh, Holy Fathor ! juat amt truo Are olí thy works and words and wnyg, And unto Thce alono are duo Thankagiving and elcrnnl praise I As children of thy gracious care, We veil theeye - we üend tho knoc ; With broken words of praise nnd praycr, Father acd GoJ, we come 10 thoo. For thou hast hourd, O Gcd of right, " Theaighing of ihc island slnve - And etreichcd for him the arm of might, Not shortened that it cuuld not suve. The laborer Bita beneath his vine - The shncklcd soul and hand are frec; Thnnksgiving ! for tho work is ihine - Praiso ! fur the blecsing ia of Thoo. And O, we fccl Thy picsence In-re 1 T!iy nwful urrn m judgment bare ! Thine t'yc liuth sten i!ie bondninn's tear, Thine cnr liuth hcurd the bundmnn's prayer: I'raise ! for ihe pricie of man is lt, The counscls of the wise are nought ; Tlie fountnins ol repcntance flow - Wliat hath our God in niercy wrouglit ! Speed on ihy work, Lord God of IJosís ! And wl;cn the bondniao's chain is rivet). Arid ewetls froni all our guiliy coasta Tlieanthem of the free lo hcaven - Oh, not to thoso whom Thou haat !ed, Aa with thy cloud ar.d Cue before, Bui unto Thee, in Tour and dread, Be praise and glory evormoro !