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Show HVMN Sung on tltc 41/t of July, 1834, at the Chat/tam Strret Chapel, N ew-York. Oh, Thou, whose presence went be fore Our fathers i11 their weary wny, As with Thy chosen moved of yore The fuc by night-the cloud by day I 'Vhcn from each temple of the free, A nntiou's song ascends to Heaven, Mo•t Holy Father! unto Thee May not our humble prayer be given 1 Thy children all-though hue and form Are varied in Thine own good wtllWith Thy own holy breathings warm, And fashioned in Thine image still. GO We thank Thee, Father !-hill and plain Around us wave their fruits on ce more And clustered vine, and blossomed grain: Are beading round each cottage Uoor. And peace is here-and hope and Jove Are round us as a mantle thrown And unto Thee, supreme abO\'C, ' The knee of prayer is bowed alone. But, Oh, for those, this day can brin" As unto us, no joyful thrill- o> For those, who, under FltEEDOM's wing, Arc bound in SLAVEIO: 's fetters still:- For those to whom Thy living word or lig ht and lm'e is never g ivenFor those whose ears have IJC\'Cr heard The promise and the hope of heaven! For broken heart-and clouded mind, \Vhereon no human mercies fallOil, be thy gracious love inclined, Who, as a father, pitiest all !- And grant, Oh, Father! that the time Of Earth':; deliverance may be near, 'Vhen every land, and tong ue, and clime, The message of Thy love shall hear- |