Hallowed Hymns, New and Old ‎#200

200. 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 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! oh, salvation!
The joyful sound proclaim,
Till earth's remotest nation
Has learn'd 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 return to reign!

Text Information

• First Line: From Greenland's icy mountains
• Title: From Greenland's Icy Mountains
• Author: Reginald Heber
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1908
• Topic: Missionary

Tune Information

• Name: MISSIONARY HYMN
• Composer: Lowell Mason
• Meter: 7s, 6s, D.
• Key: F Major