All Believer Hymn Book

Hymn 374 FROM GREENLAND’S Lyrics

1. From Greenland’s icy mountains,
From India’s coral strand;
Where Afric’s sunny fountain
Roll down their golden sand:
From many 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 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
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