Hymnal: Psalms Hymns and Spiritual Songs
Date: 1843
Compiler: A Campbell/ W Scott/ B W Stone/ J T Johnson
Publisher/Printer: A Campbell
First Line: From Greenland's icy mountains
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer:
Meter: 7 and 6
Tune: Missionary Hymn
Hymn Number: Song 118 (part I)
Page Number: 193 (part I), 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 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 each remotest nation
Hast 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.