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Missionary Hymn

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Treble by James Langston

Baptist Harmony, p. 338.

James Langston

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 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.

3.

Shall we, whose souls are lighted

With wisdom from on high,

Shall we to men benighted

The lamp of life deny?

Salvation! O salvation!

The joyful sound proclaim,

Till earth's 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.

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