OH, spread the tidings round,
Wherever man is found,
Wherever human heart and human woes abound;
Let ev'ry Christian tongue proclaim the joyful sound:
“The Comforter has come!”
The Comforter has come,
the Comforter has come!
The Holy Ghost from Heaven,
the Father's promise giv'n;
Oh, spread the tiding round
Wherever man is found,
The Comforter has come!
The long, long night is past,
The morning breaks at last;
And hush'd the dreadful
Wall and fury of the blast,
As o'er the golden hills
The day advances fast!
“The Comforter has come!”
Lo, the great King of kings,
With healing in His wings,
To ev'ry captive soul
a full deliv'rance brings;
And thro' the vacant cells
the songs of triumph rings:
“The Comforter has come!”
O boundless love divine!
How shall this tongue of mine
To wond'ring mortals tell
The matchless grace divine
That I, a child of hell,
Should in His image shine!
“The Comforter has come!”
Sing till the echoes fly,
Above the vaulted sky,
And all the saints above to all below reply,
In strains of endless love, the song that ne'er will die:
“The Comforter has come!”