168. From Greenland's Icy Mountains

1. From Greenland's icy mountain,
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,
Christ calls us to deliver
His lands from error's chain.

2. What tho' 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 his blindness
Bows down to wood and stone.

3. Shall we, whose souls are lighted
With wisdom from on high,
Shall we to men benighted
The lamp of life deny?
Salvation! O salvation!
The joyful sound proclaim,
Till earth's remotest nation
Has learned 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,
In bliss returns to reign.
Amen.

Text Information
First Line: From Greenland's icy mountains
Title: From Greenland's Icy Mountains
Author: Bishop Reginald Heber (1819)
Meter: 7 6 7 6 D
Language: English
Publication Date: 1929
Topic: The Church; Means of Grace: Missions
Tune Information
Name: MISSIONARY HYMN
Composer: Lowell Mason (1823)
Meter: 7 6 7 6 D
Incipit: 13556 53171 43321
Key: E Major



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