From Greenland's Icy Mountains

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

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

3Can men, whose souls are lighted With wisdom from on high,
Can they to men benighted The lamp of life deny?
Salvation!
O salvation!
The joyful sound proclaim,
Till earth's remotest nation Has learned Messiah's name.

4Waft, 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.