FROM 
 
 GREENLAND'S ICY MOONTAINS. 
 
 BY 
 
 REGINALD HEBER 
 
 20 ILLUSTRATIONS BY 
 FREDERIC B. SCHELL. 
 
 ( SEP 29 1884 I 
 
 PORTER & COATES, 
 PHILADELPHIA. 
 
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 Copyright, 
 
 1884, 
 
 By Porter & Coates 
 
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 DRAWN BY FREDERIC B. SCHELL. 
 
 ENGRAVED UNDER THE SUPERVISION OF JAMES \V. LAUDERBACH. 
 
 SUBJbCT. 
 
 Illustrated Title 
 
 Head-piece .... 
 
 Vignette ..... 
 
 " From Greenland's Icy Mountains 
 
 "From India's Coral Strand" 
 
 " Where Africa's Sunny Fountains 
 
 "From many an Ancient River" 
 
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ILLUSTRATIONS 
 
 Subject. 
 
 "From many a Palmy Plain" 
 "What though the Spicy Breezes" 
 "Though every Prospect Pleases" 
 "In Vain with Lavish Kindness" 
 " The Heathen in his Blindness" 
 " Can we, whose Souls are Lighted 
 "Can we to Men Benighted" 
 "Salvation, oh Salvation" 
 "Till each Remotest Nation" 
 " Waft, Waft, ye Winds, His Story 
 "Till like a Sea of Glory" . 
 "Till o'er our Ransom'd Nature" 
 "Redeemer, King, Creator" . 
 
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 Greenland's 
 
 icy mountains, 
 
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 India's 
 
 coral strand, 
 
T A THERE Afric's sunny fountains 
 
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 Roll down their golden sand, 
 
From many an ancient river, 
 
TpROM many a palmy plain, 
 They call us to deliver 
 
 Their land from Error's chain. 
 
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 HAT though the spicy breezes 
 Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle, 
 
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 ' I ^HOUGH every prospect pleases, 
 
 
 And only man is vile? 
 
N vain with lavish kind- 
 
 The gifts of God are 
 strown : 
 
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 HE heathen, in his blindness, 
 Bows down to wood and stone. 
 
r^AN we, whose souls are lighted 
 With wisdom from on hisrh — 
 
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 /^^AN we to men be 
 nighted 
 The lamp 
 of life 
 deny? 
 

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 OALVATION! O Salvation! 
 ^^ The joyful sound proclaim, 
 
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 ILL each remotest nation 
 Has learnt Messiah's Name. 
 
\ AT AFT, waft, ye 
 
 winds, His story, 
 
 And you, ye waters, roll. 
 
' I 'ILL like a sea of glory 
 
 It spreads from pole to pole- 
 
ILL o'er our ransom'd 
 nature 
 The Lamb for sinners slain, 
 
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 TDEDEEMER, King, Creator, 
 ^ In bliss returns to reign. 
 

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