“Is this a fast for me?”
Thus saith the Lord our God;
“A day for man to vex his soul,
And feel affliction’s rod?
“No; is not this alone
The sacred fast I choose:
Oppression’s yoke to burst in twain,
The bands of guilt unloose?
“To nakedness and want
Your food and raiment deal,
To dwell your kindred race among,
And all their sufferings heal?
“Then, like the morning ray,
Shall spring your health and light;
Before you, righteousness shall shine,
Around, my glory bright!”
|First Line:||"Is this a fast for me?"|
|Title:||A Public Fast|