915--From Greenland's icy mountains,

From Greenland's icy mountains,

915

	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 on 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,
		Bow 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,
		Redeemed, King, Creator,
		In bliss returns to reign.