From Greenland's icy mountains
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From Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand, Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down the 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. 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. 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. |
Septentrionis montes et litus Indicum flavumque circa fontes Afros effluvium palmetaque et annosa per orbem flumina nos invocant perosa erroris vincula. En! Tura circumvectat Taprobanen Notus; omne aliud delectat, modo est homo malus. Frustra Divina manus pagano dona dat, dum numen is paganus materiam putat. Nobisne illuminatis caelesti gratia placebit obscuratis negare lampada? Salvatio clametur, laetabilis sonus, * dum Christus agnoscetur extremis gentibus. Famam differte venti, et unda provehat, ut magno par torrenti inter polos eat, dum Agnus poenae lator, qui nobis periit, Redemptor, Rex, Creator, regnare coeperit. * v.1. eatque nuntius |