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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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From Greenland's
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icy
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mountains,
From India's coral
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strand,
Where
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Afric's
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sunny
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fountains
Roll down their
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golden
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sand;
From
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many an ancient
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riv
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er,
From many a palmy
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plain,
They
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call us
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to de
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liver
Their
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land from
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error's
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chain.
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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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What though the
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spicy
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breezes
Blow soft on Ceylon's
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isle;
Though
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every
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prospect pleases,
And only
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man is
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vile;
In
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vain with lavish
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kindness
The gifts of God are strown;
The
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heathen,
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in his
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blindness,
Bows
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down to
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wood and
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stone.
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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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Can we, whose
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souls are
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lighted
With wisdom from on
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high;
Can
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we to
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men
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benighted
The lamp of
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life
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deny?
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Salvation! O
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salvation!
The joyful sound proclaim,
Till
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each
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remotest
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nation
Has
A
learned
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Messiah's 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.
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Waft, waft, ye
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winds, His
D
story;
And you, ye waters,
A
roll,
Till,
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like a
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sea of
D
glory,
It spreads from
E7
pole to
A-A7
pole;
Till
D
o'er our ransomed
G
nature,
The Lamb for sinners slain,
D
Redeemer,
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King,
D
Creator,
In
A
bliss
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returns to
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reign.