From Greenland's icy mountains
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From Greenland's icy mountains,From India's coral strand,Where Afric's sunny fountainsRoll down their golden sand,From many an ancient river,From many a palmy plain,They call us to deliverTheir land from error's chain.
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What though the spicy breezesBlow soft o'er Ceylon's isle;Though every prospect pleases,And only man is vile;In vain with lavish kindnessThe gifts of God are strown;The heathen in his blindness,Bows down to wood and stone.
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Can we, whose souls are lightedWith wisdom from on high,—Can we, to men benighted,The lamp of life deny?Salvation, O, salvation!The joyful sound proclaimTill earth's remotest nationHas heard Messiah's name.