
Author: Reginald Heber Hymnal: Trinity Hymnal #383 (1961) Meter: 7.6.7.6 D Lyrics: 1 From Greenland's icy mountains,
From India's coral strand,
Were 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.
2 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 his blindness
Bows down to wood and stone.
3 Can we, whose souls are lighted
With wisdom from on high,
Can we to men benighted
The lamp of life deny?
Salvation! O salvation!
The joyful sound proclaim,
Till each 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. Topics: The Church Missions; False Gods; Missions Scripture: Acts 16:9 Languages: English Tune Title: MISSIONARY HYMN
From Greenland's icy mountains