HYMN 30.
From all that dwell below the skies
Let the Creator's praise arise:
Let the Redeemer's Name be sung
Through ev'ry land, by ev'ry tongue.
Eternal are Thy mercies Lord;
Eternal truths attend Thy word:
Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore,
Till suns shall rise and set no more.
Praise God, from whom all blessings flow;
Praise Him, all creatures here below;
Praise Him, above, ye heav'nly host,
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
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.
