The New Sabbath School Hosanna ‎#119

119. 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 strewn;
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 ransom'd nature
The Lamb for sinners slain,
Redeemer, King, Creator,
In bliss returns to reign.

Text Information

• First Line: From Greenland's icy mountains
• Publication Date: 1870
• Notes: Tune for 352, 57, 280, and 379 in "American Sunday School Hymn Book" (ASS1860a)

Tune Information

• Name: MISSIONARY HYMN
• Composer: Dr. L. Mason
• Meter: 7s & 6s
• Key: E Major
• Copyright: By permission.