First Line: Oh, spread the tidings round, wherever man is found,

Oh, spread the tidings round, wherever man is found.
Wherever human hearts and human woes abound;
Let every Christian tongue proclaim the joyful sound:
The Comforter has come!

The Comforter has come, the Comforter
has come I
The Holy Ghost from heaven, the Father's promise given;
Oh, spread the tidings round, wherever man is found:
The Comforter has come!

2 The long, long night is past, the
morning breaks at last;
And hushed the dreadful wail and
fury of the blast,
As o'er the golden hills the day advances fast:
The Comforter has come!

3 The mighty King of kings, with healing in His wings,
To every captive soul a full deliverance brings ;
And through the vacant cells the song
of triumph rings :
The Comforter has come !

4 Oh, boundless love divine ! how shall
this tongue of mine
To wondering mortals tell the match-
less grace divine -----
That I may with Him dwell, and in
His image shine ! -----
The Comforter has come I

5 Oh, let 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 !