1 From Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand, Where Africa's bright 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. 2 Can we whose souls are lighted With wisdom from on high, Can we to those benighted The lamp of life deny? Salvation! Oh, salvation! The joyful sound proclaim Till each remotest nation Has learned Messiah's name. 3 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 ransomed nature, The Lamb for sinners slain, Redeemer, King, Creator, In bliss returns to reign.