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Song Lyrics
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
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
Shall we, whose souls are lighted with wisdom from on high
Shall we to those benighted the lamp of life deny?
Salvation! O salvation! The joyful sound proclaim
Till earth's remotest nation has learned Messiah's Name
Alternate verse:
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
Words public domain
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