151. ROM 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! What though the spicy breezes Bows down to wood and stone! Can we, whose souls are lighted The lamp of life deny? Has learn'd Messiah's Name. Waft, waft, ye winds, His story, It spreads from pole to pole; 0 152. SPIRIT of the living God, In all the fulness of Thy grace, The triumphs of the cross record; Till every kindred call Him Lord. BART. CRASSELIUS. 1704. உ |