"From Greenland's Icy Mountains"
                         by Reginald Heber, 1783-1826
                                  Text From:
                              THE LUTHERAN HYMNAL
                 (St. Louis: Concordia Publishing House, 1941)
                                       


        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
        With wisdom from on high,
        Can we to men benighted
        The lamp of life deny?
        Salvation! Oh, 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,
        Redeemer, King, Creator,
        In bliss returns to reign.

        

        Notes:
        Hymn #495 from _The Lutheran Hymnal_
        Text: Acts 16:9
        Author: Reginald Heber, 1819
        Composer: Lowell Mason, 1824
        Tune: "Missionary Hymn"