From Greenlands icy mountains

From Greenlands 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 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
Shall we whose souls are
lighted with wisdom from on high
Shall we to those benighted
the lamp of life deny
Salvation O 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 for His ransomed people
the Lamb for sinners slain
Redeemer King Creator
in bliss returns again