ABSTRACT
From Greenland’s icy mountains, From India’s coral strand Where Afric’s sunny fountains Roll down the golden sand, From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver Their land from error’s chain. 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. (Hymns Ancient and Modern, 1909 edn, p.663)
