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Verse 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.

Verse 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.

Verse 3

Shall we, whose souls are lighted
By wisdom from on high,
Shall we to men benighted
The light of life deny?
Salvation! oh, salvation!
The joyful sound proclaim,
Till earth’s remotest nation
Has learned Messiah’s name.

Verse 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.

Verse 1

The heathen perish; day by day,
Thousands on thousands pass away!
O Christians, to their rescue fly,
Preach Jesus to them ere they die!

Verse 2

Wealth, labor, talents freely give,
Yea, life itself, that they may live,
What hath your Savior done for you?
And what for him will ye not do?

Verse 3

Oh, Spirit of the Lord! go forth,
Call in the South, wake up the North,
From every clime, from sun to sun,
Gather God’s children into one!

Verse 1

Behold, the heathen waits to know
The joy the gospel will bestow;
The exiled captive to receive
The freedom Jesus has to give.

Verse 2

Come, let us, with a grateful heart,
In this blest labor share a part;
Our prayers and offerings gladly bring
To aid the triumphs of our King.

Verse 3

Our hearts exult in songs of praise,
That we have seen these latter days,
When our Redeemer shall be known
Where Satan long has held his throne.

Verse 4

Where’er his hand hath spread the skies,
Sweet incense to his name shall rise,
And slave and freeman, Greek and Jew,
By sovereign grace be formed anew.

Verse 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.

Verse 2

Shall we, whose souls are lighted
By wisdom from on high,
Shall we to man benighted
The light of life deny?
Salvation! oh, salvation!
The joyful sound proclaim,
Till earth’s remotest nation
Has learned Messiah’s name.

Verse 3

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.