A Selection of Hymns, Used in the Parish Church, and the Church of the Holy Trinity, Ulverston/Hymn 31

HYMN 31.

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.

What though the spicy breezes
⁠Blow soft o'er Java'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! oh, salvation!
⁠The joyful sound proclaim,
Till each remotest nation
⁠Has learn'd 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 ransom'd nature
⁠The Lamb for sinners slain,
Redeemer, King, Creator,
⁠In bliss returns to reign!