Hymns for the Living Church ‎#472

472. From Greenland's Icy Mountains

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 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.

Amen.

Text Information

• First Line: From Greenland's icy mountains
• Title: From Greenland's Icy Mountains
• Author: Reginald Heber (1819)
• Meter: 7 6 7 6 D.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1974
• Scripture:
  Psalm 72:17
  ;
  Acts 16:9

Tune Information

• Name: MISSIONARY HYMN
• Composer: Lowell Mason (1824)
• Meter: 7 6 7 6 D.
• Key: D Major