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.