1 |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?

2 |No; is not this alone
The sacred fast I choose:
Oppression's yoke to burst in twain,
The bands of guilt unloose?

3 |To nakedness and want
Your food and raiment deal,
To dwell your kindred race among,
And all their sufferings heal?

4 |Then, like the morning ray,
Shall spring your health and light;
Before you, righteousness shall shine,
Around, my glory bright!|