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.

Can we, whose souls are lighted

By wisdom from on high

Can 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.