From Greenland’s icy mountains, from India’s coral strand; <br />Where Afric’s sunny fountains roll down their golden sand: <br />From many an ancient river, from many a palmy plain, <br />They call us to deliver their land from error’s chain. <br /> <br />What though the spicy breezes blow soft o’er Ceylon’s isle; <br />Though every prospect pleases, and only man is vile? <br />In vain with lavish kindness the gifts of God are strown; <br />The heathen in his blindness bows down to wood and stone. <br /> <br />Shall we, whose souls are lighted with wisdom from on high, <br />Shall we to those benighted the lamp of life deny? <br />Salvation! O salvation! The joyful sound proclaim, <br />Till earth’s remotest nation has learned Messiah’s Name. <br /> <br />Waft, waft, ye winds, His story, and you, ye waters, roll <br />Till, like a sea of glory, it spreads from pole to pole: <br />Till o’er our ransomed nature the Lamb for sinners slain, <br />Redeemer, King, Creator, in bliss returns to reign.<br /><br />Reginald Heber<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/from-greenland-s-icy-mountains/
