O Greenland oer fynyddig

O Greenland oer fynyddig,
  O draethau'r India fawr,
Lle cluda ffrydiau Affrig
  Y tywod aur i lawr;
O lawer gwlad ddyfradwy,
  O lànau'r palmwydd gwyrdd,
Erfyniant ein cynnorthwy,
  Rhag coelgrefyddau
      fyrdd.

Gawn ni, y rhai oleuwyd
  A gwawl o'r nefoedd fry,
Nacâu goleuni'r bywyd
  I rai mewn tywyllwch sy'?
Achubiaeth, O achubiaeth !
  Yn llon gyhoedder mwy,
Nes clywo pob rhyw dalaeth,
  Am Grist a'i farwol glwy'.

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O Greenland oer fynyddig,
  O draethau'r India fawr,
Lle cluda ffrydiau Affric
  Y tywod aur i lawr';
O lawer gwlad ddyfradwy,
  O lànau'r palmwydd gwyrdd,
Erfyniant ein cynorthwy,
  Rhag coelgrefyddau
      fyrdd.

A allwn ni oleuwyd
  Drwy rad y nefoedd fry,
Nacâu rhoi llusern bywyd
  I'r sawl mewn tywyllwch sy?
Cyhoedder iechydwriaeth
  A gorfoleddus lef,
Nes dysgo'r byd wybodaeth
  O gû Eneiniog nef.

Ewch, wyntoedd, ewch â'r newydd,
  Ymdreigla, dòn, o hyd,
Nes fel rhyw fôr o glodydd
  Y taeno dros y byd:
Nes daw yr Oen fu'n gwaedu
  Dros feiau'r byd yn rhad,
Mewn gwynfyd i deyrnasu
  Dros ei brynedig had.

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O Greenland oer, fynyddig,
  O draethau India fawr,
Lle treigla dyfroedd Affrig,
  Eu tywod aur i lawr,
O lawer gwlad ddyfradwy,
  O lanau'r palmwydd gwyrdd,
Erfyniant ein cynorthwy
  Rhag coelgrefyddau
      fyrdd.

Er bod mewn pell ynysoedd
  A welon pêr yn hael,
A hyfryd eu hardaloedd,
  A dim ond dyn yn wael;
Yn ofer gwelir yno
  Fendithion Duw ar daen;
Y bobloedd yn en dellni
  Addolant bren a maen.

A fydd i ni oleuwyd
  Trwy rhodd y nefoedd fry,
Nacâu golenni'r bywyd
  I'r sawl mewn t'wyllwch sy?
Achubiaeth, O achubiaeth!
  Dadganer dros y llawr,
Nes dysgo pob cenhedlaeth
  Adnabod Iesu mawr.

Ewch wyntoedd, ewch a'r newydd,
  A chwithau foroedd mawr,
Nes bo'i ogonawl gynydd
  Yn llenwi daear lawr;
A boed i'r Oen fu'n gwaedu
  Dros feiau dynol ryw,
Mewn mawredd i deyrnasu
  Yn Brynwr ac yn Dduw.

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O Greenland oer, fynyddig,
  O draethau India fawr,
Lle treigla dyfroedd Affrig
  Eu tywod aur i lawr,
O lawer gwlad ddyfradwy,
  O lànau'r palmwydd gwyrdd,
Erfyniant ein cynorthwy
  Rhag coelgrefyddau
      fyrdd.

A allwn ni, 'rhai gawsom
  Oleuni oddi fry,
Nacau y llusern hono
  I rai mewn t'w'llwch du?
Adseinier mwyn beroriaeth
  Yr Iachawdwriaeth râd,
Hyd nes adwaener enw
  'R Messiah trwy bob gwlad.

Ewch, wyntoedd, ewch â'r hanes,
  A threigla dithau, dòn,
Nes llifo hedd fel moroedd
  Dros wyneb daear gron;
Nes byddo 'r Oen fu farw
  Dros feiau rif y gwlith,
Yn Frenin a Gwaredwr,
  Mewn bri'n teyrnasu byth.

gwelir: O Ynys Ia fynyddig

From cold, mountainous Greenland,
  From the beaches of great India,
Where Africa's streams transport
  The golden sand down;
From many a well-watered land,
  From shores of the green palm trees,
They plead for our help,
  Against a myriad of
      superstitious beliefs.

Can we, those enlightened
  With dawn from heaven above,
Deny the light of the world
  To those who are in darkness?
Salvation, O salvation!
  Cheerfully to be published evermore,
Until every tribe hear,
  About Christ and his mortal wound.

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From cold, mountainous Greenland,
  From the beaches of great India,
Where Africa's streams transport
  The golden sand down;
From many a well-watered land,
  From shores of the green palm trees,
They plead for our help,
  Against a myriad of
      superstitious beliefs.

Can we, enlightened
  Through the grace of heaven above,
Deny the lantern of life
  To those who are in darkness?
Salvation is to be published
  With a jubilant cry,
Until the world learn the knowledge
  Of the dear Anointed of heaven.

Go, ye winds, go with the news,
  Trundle, wave, always,
Until some kind of sea of praises
  Spread across the world:
Until the Lamb come, who bled
  Graciously for the faults of the world,
In blessedness to reign
  Over his redeemed seed.

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From cold, mountainous Greenland,
  From the beaches of great India,
Where Africa's waters trundle
  Their golden sand down,
From many a well-watered land,
  From shores of the green palm trees,
They plead for our help,
  Against a myriad of
      superstitious beliefs.

Although in distant islands
  Which look sweetly bountiful,
With delightful regions,
  And only man poor;
It is vain to see there
  The blessings of God widespread;
The people in their blindness
  Worship wood and stone.

Shall we enlightened
  Through the gift of heaven above,
Deny the light of life
  To those who are in darkness?
Salvation, O salvation!
  To be declared across the earth,
Until every nation learn
  To recognize great Jesus.

Go, ye winds, take the news,
  And ye great seas,
Until his glory increase
  Filling the earth below;
And may the Lamb who bled
  For the faults of human kind,
In majesty reign,
  As Redeemer and as God.

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From cold, mountainous Greenland,
  From the beaches of great India,
Where Africa's streams transport
  The golden sand down;
From many a well-watered land,
  From shores of the green palm trees,
They plead for our help,
  Against a myriad of
      superstitious beliefs.

Can we, those who got
  Light from above,
Deny that lantern
  To those in black darkness?
To be sounded is the dear, sweet oration
  Of free salvation
Until the Name is known
  Of the Messiah throughout every land.

Go, ye winds, go with the story,
  And go thou also, wave,
Until peace flow like seas
  Across the face of the round earth;
Until the Lamb, who died
  For faults numerous as the dew,
Become King and Deliverer,
  In renown ruling forever.

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.

Shall we, whose souls are lighted
  With wisdom from on high,
Shall we to those benighted
  The lamp of life deny?
Salvation! O salvation!
  The joyful sound proclaim,
Till earth's remotest nation
  Has learned Messiah's name.

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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.

Shall we, whose souls are lighted
  With wisdom from on high,
Shall we to those benighted
  The lamp of life deny?
Salvation! O salvation!
  The joyful sound proclaim,
Till earth's remotest nation
  Has learned Messiah's name.

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.

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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.

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.

Shall we, whose souls are lighted
  With wisdom from on high,
Shall we to those benighted
  The lamp of life deny?
Salvation! O salvation!
  The joyful sound proclaim,
Till earth's remotest nation
  Has learned Messiah's name.

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.

- - - - -
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.

Shall we, whose souls are lighted
  With wisdom from on high,
Shall we to those benighted
  The lamp of life deny?
Salvation! O salvation!
  The joyful sound proclaim,
Till earth's remotest nation
  Has learned Messiah's name.

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.