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

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

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

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

 

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