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From Greenland's Icy Mountains
Verse 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.
Verse 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 strewn;
The heathen in his blindness.
Bows down to wood and stone.
Verse 3
Shall we, whose souls are lighted
With wisdom from on high,
Shall we, to men benighted,
The lamp of life deny?
Salvation! Oh, salvation!
The joyful sound proclaim,
Till earth's remotest nation
Has learned Messiah's name.
Verse 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.
Note: This hymn has been changed so much it'll be easier to post the new version in its entirety.
Source: Hymns, Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. 1962. 40.
O'er the Gloomy Hills of Darkness
Verse 1
O'er the gloomy hills of darkness,
Look, my soul, be still and gaze;
All the promises do travail
With the glorious day of grace;
Blessed jubilee, Blessed jubilee,
Let thy glorious morning dawn!
Verse 2
Let the Indian and the Negro,
Let the rude barbarian see
That divine and glorious conquest
Once obtained on Calvary.
Let the gospel, Let the gospel
Soon resound from pole to pole.
Verse 3
Kingdoms wide that sit in darkness,
Grant them, Lord, the glorious light;
And from eastern coast to western,
May the morning chase the night--
Chase the darkness, Chase the darkness
From their long benighted eyes.
Verse 4
Fly abroad, thou mighty gospel;
Win and conquer, never cease;
So Immanuel's fair dominions
Shall extend and still increase,
Till the kingdoms, Till the kingdoms
Of the world are all his own.
Note: this hymn was removed from the 1985 release.
Source: Hymns, Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. 1962. 127.
Ye Elders of Israel
Verse 1
Ye elders of Israel, come join now with me
And seek out the righteous, where'er they may be
In desert, on mountain, on land, or on sea
And bring them to Zion, the pure and the free.
Chorus
O Babylon, O Babylon, we bid thee farewell;
We're going to the mountains of Ephraim to dwell.
Verse 2
The harvest is great, and the laborers are few;
But if we're united, we all things can do.
We'll gather the wheat from the midst of the tares
And bring them from bondage, from sorrows and snares.
Chorus
Verse 3
We'll go to the poor, like our Captain of old,
And visit the weary, the hungry, and cold;
We'll cheer up their hearts with the news that he bore
And point them to Zion and life evermore.
Chorus
Source: Hymns, Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. 1962. 343.