1
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.
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Greenland's
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icy
D
mountains,
From
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India's
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coral
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strand,
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Afric's
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sunny
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fountains
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down
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golden
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sand;
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many
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plain,
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land
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error's
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chain.
2
What though the spicy breezes
Blow soft on Ceylon'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.
What though the spicy breezes
Blow soft on Ceylon'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.
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though the
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spicy
D
breezes
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soft
on
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Ceylon's
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isle;
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every
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prospect
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pleases,
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man
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vile;
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vain
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kindness
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gifts
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heathen,
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in
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blindness,
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down
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wood
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stone.
3
Can we, whose souls are lighted
With wisdom from on high;
Can we to men benighted
The lamp of life deny?
Salvation! O salvation!
The joyful sound proclaim,
Till each remotest nation
Has learned Messiah's name.
Can we, whose souls are lighted
With wisdom from on high;
Can we to men benighted
The lamp of life deny?
Salvation! O salvation!
The joyful sound proclaim,
Till each remotest nation
Has learned Messiah's name.
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we, whose
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souls
are
D
lighted
With
A
wisdom
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from
on
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high;
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D
we
to
A
men
D
benighted
The
Bm
lamp
of
E7
life
A-A7
deny?
DSalvation!
O
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salvation!
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D
joyful
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each
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remotest
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nation
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learned
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Messiah's
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name.
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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.
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.
DWaft,
waft, ye
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winds,
His
D
story;
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you,
ye
D
waters,
A
roll,
Till,
D
like
a
A
sea
of
D
glory,
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Bm
spreads
from
E7
pole
to
A-A7
pole;
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D
o'er
our ransomed
G
nature,
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D
Lamb
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King,
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Creator,
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bliss
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returns
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reign.