Dari kutub ke kutub dari gurun padang,
Dari pantai ke pantai dari semua benua.
Dari pulau ke pulau dari lembah gunung,
Terdengarlah jeritan jiwa yang terb'lenggu.

Umat yang t'lah ditebus oleh hikmat sorgawi,
Bolehkah kita tutup cahaya Injil-Nya?
B'ritakanlah oh seg'ra tebusan yang mulia
Hingga segala bangsa kenal Tuhan Yesus.

Hai angin dan hai arus bawalah Injil Hu,
Sampai ke ujung bumi bagai laut yang mulia.
Sampai Domba tersemb'lih tegakkan takhta-Nya,
Khalik, Penebus, Raja 'kan mem'rintah dunia.

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.