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Text: | Missionary Hymn |
Tune: | [From greenland's icy mountains] |
Composer: | Wm. Nutting |
1 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 chains.
2 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.
3 Shall we whose souls are lighted
By wisdom from on high--
Shall we to man benighted
The lamp of life deny?--
Salvation! oh, salvation!
The joyful sound proclaim,
Till earth's remotest nation
Has learnt Messiah's name.
4 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,
Returns in bliss to reign.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | From greenland's icy mountains |
Title: | Missionary Hymn |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1840 |
Tune Information | |
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Name: | [From greenland's icy mountains] |
Composer: | Wm. Nutting |
Key: | E Major |