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 By wisdom from on high, Shall we to men benighted The lamp of life deny? Salvation! O, salvation! The joyful sound proclaim, Till each remotest nation Has learnt Messiah's name. 734. 7s. M. Pratt's Coll. The Same. 1 Go! ye messengers of God, Like the beams of morning, fly; Take the wonder-working rod, Wave the Banner-Cross on high! Where th' lofty minaret Gleams along the morning skies, Wave it till the crescent set, And the "Star of Jacob" rise. 2 Go! to many a tropic isle, In the bosom of the deep; Where the skies forever smile, And th' oppressed forever weep! O'er the negro's night of care Pour the living light of heaven; Chase away the fiend despair, Bid him hope to be forgiven! 3 When the golden gates of day Open on the palmy east, Wide the bleeding cross display, Spread the gospel's richest feast: Circumnavigate the ball, Visit every soil and sea; Preach the Cross of Christ to all-- Jesus' love is full and free! 735. C. M. S. W. Livermore. The Western Churches. 1 Our pilgrim brethren dwelling far,-- O God of truth and love, Light thou their path with thine own star, Bright beaming from above. 2 Wide as their mighty rivers flow, Let thine own truth extend; Where prairies spread and forests grow, O Lord, thy gospel send. 3 Then will a mighty nation own A union firm and strong;-- The sceptre of th' eternal throne Shall rule its councils long. 736. C. P. M. Episcopal Coll. On Western Missions. 1 When, Lord, to this our western land, Led by thy providential hand, Our wandering fathers came, Their ancient homes, their friends in youth Sent forth the heralds of thy truth, To keep them in thy name. 2 Then, through our solitary coast, The desert features soon were lost; Thy temples there arose; Our shores, as culture made them fair, Were hallowed by thy rites, by prayer, And blossomed as the rose. 3 And O, may we repay this debt To regions solitary yet Within our spreading land! There brethren, from our common home, Still westward, like our fathers, roam, Still guided by thy hand.