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** '''Copyright:''' [[Public Domain]] | ** '''Copyright:''' [[Public Domain]] | ||
** '''Contributer:''' [[user:Veramet|Veramet]] | ** '''Contributer:''' [[user:Veramet|Veramet]] | ||
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| + | *[[Missionary Hymn]] (AKA Missionary), by [[Lowell Mason]] (1792–1872) | ||
=Lyrics= | =Lyrics= | ||
| + | *Poet: [[Reginald Heber]] (1783–1826) | ||
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==Lyrics from [[A Collection of Sacred Hymns for the Use of the Latter Day Saints, 1844]]== | ==Lyrics from [[A Collection of Sacred Hymns for the Use of the Latter Day Saints, 1844]]== | ||
1. From Greenland's icy mountains,<br> | 1. From Greenland's icy mountains,<br> | ||
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<pre>Hymn 212 | <pre>Hymn 212 | ||
7 6 7 6 D | 7 6 7 6 D | ||
| − | From Greenland's icy mountains, | + | 1. From Greenland's icy mountains, |
From India's coral strand; | From India's coral strand; | ||
Where Afric's sunny fountains | Where Afric's sunny fountains | ||
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Their land from error's chain. | Their land from error's chain. | ||
| − | What though the spicy breezes | + | 2. What though the spicy breezes |
Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle, | Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle, | ||
Though every prospect pleases, | Though every prospect pleases, | ||
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Bows down to wood and stone. | Bows down to wood and stone. | ||
| − | Shall we, whose souls are lighted | + | 3. Shall we, whose souls are lighted |
With wisdom from on high, | With wisdom from on high, | ||
Shall we to men benighted | Shall we to men benighted | ||
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Has learned Messiah's name. | Has learned Messiah's name. | ||
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And you, ye waters roll, | And you, ye waters roll, | ||
Till, like a sea of glory, | Till, like a sea of glory, | ||
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[[category:British English Lyrics]] | [[category:British English Lyrics]] | ||
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Latest revision as of 00:13, 15 April 2023
Contents
Sheet Music
- Tune from A Collection of Sacred Hymns for the Use of the Latter Day Saints, 1844
- MIDI
- LilyPond
- Copyright: Public Domain
- Contributer: Veramet
Tunes
- Missionary Hymn (AKA Missionary), by Lowell Mason (1792–1872)
Lyrics
- Poet: Reginald Heber (1783–1826)
- Copyright: Public Domain
Lyrics from A Collection of Sacred Hymns for the Use of the Latter Day Saints, 1844
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.
2. What though the spicy breezes
Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle,
Though ev'ry 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.
3. Shall we, whose souls are lighted
With wisdom from on high,
Shall we to men benighted
The lamp of life deny?
Salvation! O salvation!
The joyful sound proclaim,
Till earth's remotest nation
Has learned Messiah's name.
4. 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.
Lyrics from A Collection of Sacred Hymns for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in Europe, 1840
Hymn 212 7 6 7 6 D 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. 2. What though the spicy breezes Blow soft o'er 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. 3. Shall we, whose souls are lighted With wisdom from on high, Shall we to men benighted The lamp of life deny? Salvation! O Salvation! The joyful sound proclaim, Till earth's remotest nation Has learned Messiah's name. 4. Waft, waft, ye winds, the 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.
