Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907.
By Hymns. IX. From Greenlands icy mountainsReginald Heber (17831826)
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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!
Blow soft o’er Java’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!
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.
And you, ye waters, roll,
Till, like a sea of glory,
It spreads from pole to pole;
Till, o’er our ransom’d nature,
The Lamb for sinners slain,
Redeemer, King, Creator,
In bliss returns to reign.