26. THANKSGIVING-DAY, 1859.(notes)Thanks be to God on this Thanksgiving-DayFor all his wondrous goodness to our Land;To mine, and me. Ah, who can understandThe myst'ries of his love? To Him I pray,With millions whom his truth and spirit sway,That all our people may discern his handIn their rich blessings and in one great bandServe Him, whom all the hosts of heav'n obey.—Yet what is now our pride is but our shame—"Our Country'sFreedom!" 'Tis not known by all,Though loud we cry, 'tis man's most rightful claim.Methinks I hear in thunder tones heav'n's call,—"Ye glorying States, that boast ofLiberty,Look on four millionSlavesand make themFREE!"
26. THANKSGIVING-DAY, 1859.(notes)
Thanks be to God on this Thanksgiving-DayFor all his wondrous goodness to our Land;To mine, and me. Ah, who can understandThe myst'ries of his love? To Him I pray,With millions whom his truth and spirit sway,That all our people may discern his handIn their rich blessings and in one great bandServe Him, whom all the hosts of heav'n obey.—Yet what is now our pride is but our shame—"Our Country'sFreedom!" 'Tis not known by all,Though loud we cry, 'tis man's most rightful claim.Methinks I hear in thunder tones heav'n's call,—"Ye glorying States, that boast ofLiberty,Look on four millionSlavesand make themFREE!"
Thanks be to God on this Thanksgiving-Day
For all his wondrous goodness to our Land;
To mine, and me. Ah, who can understand
The myst'ries of his love? To Him I pray,
With millions whom his truth and spirit sway,
That all our people may discern his hand
In their rich blessings and in one great band
Serve Him, whom all the hosts of heav'n obey.—
Yet what is now our pride is but our shame—
"Our Country'sFreedom!" 'Tis not known by all,
Though loud we cry, 'tis man's most rightful claim.
Methinks I hear in thunder tones heav'n's call,—
"Ye glorying States, that boast ofLiberty,
Look on four millionSlavesand make themFREE!"