From Greenland’s Icy Mountains

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!

What though the spi­cy breez­es

Blow soft o’er Ja­va’s isle;

Though ev­ery 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!

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 earth’s re­mot­est na­tion

Has learned Mes­si­ah’s name!

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!