Hymnal: The Christian Hymn Book
Date: 1865
Compiler: Alexander Campbell
Publisher/Printer: Central Book Concern
First Line: From Greenland's icy mountains
Topic: Times and Seasons/Missionary Assemblies
Writer: <no first name given> Heber
Composer:
Meter: 7s and 6s
Tune:
Hymn Number: 1285
Page Number: 769, 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 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 strewn;
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 remostest nation
Has learned 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.