423—From Greenlands, Icy mountains
From Greenland’s, icy mountains,
From India’s coral strand,
Where Afric’s sunny fountains
Roll down their golden sand,
From amny ancient river,
From many a palmy plain,
They call us to deliver
Their land from error’s chain.

That though the spicy breezes
Blow soft o’er Ceylon’s isle,
Though ev’ry prospect pleaseas,
And only man is vile;
In vain with lavish kindness,
The gifts of God are strown,
He heathen in his blindness
Bows down to wood and stone.

Can we, whose souls are lighted
With wisdom from on high,
Can we to men benighted
The lamp of life deny?
The joyful sound proclaim,
Till each remotest nation
Has learnt Messiah’s name.

Waft, waft, ye winds, His story,
And you, ye waters, roll,
Till, like a sea of glory,
It spreads from pole o pole;
Till o’er our ransomed nature
The Lamb for sinners slain,
Reddemer, King, Creator,
In bliss returns to reign.


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