Hymnal: Psalms Hymns and Spiritual Songs
Date: 1853
Compiler: Alexander Campbell
Publisher/Printer: A Campbell
First Line: From Greenland's icy mountains
Topic: Missionary Hymns
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer:
Meter: 7s and 6s
Tune:
Hymn Number: Song 255
Page Number: 337, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsFROM 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.
What thought the spicy breezes
Blow soft o'er Ceylon's pleases,
And only man is vile;
In vain with lavish kindness
The gifts of God are strown;
The heathen, in their blindness,
Bow down to wood and stone.
Shall we, whose souls are lighted
By wisdom from on high--
Shall we, to man benighted,
The lamp of life deny?
Salvation! O salvation!
The joyful sound proclaim,
Till earth's remotest nation
Has learnt Messiah's name.
Waft--waft, you winds, his story
And you, you waters, roll,
Till, like a sea of glory,
It spreads from pole to pole;
Till, o'er our ransom'd nature,
The Lamb for sinners slain,
Redeemer, King, Creator,
In bliss returns to reign.