O Spread the Tidings Round
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! The Holy Ghost from heav'n, the Father's promise giv'n; Oh, spread the tidings round, wherever man is found The Comforter has come!
Lo, the Great King of kings, with healing in His wings, To every captive soul a full deliverance brings; And thro' the vacant cells the song of triumph rings; The Comforter has come!
The Comforter has come, The Comforter has come! The Holy Ghost from heav'n, the Father's promise giv'n; Oh, spread the tidings round, wherever man is found 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!
The Comforter has come, The Comforter has come! The Holy Ghost from heav'n, the Father's promise giv'n; Oh, spread the tidings round, wherever man is found 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!
The Comforter has come, The Comforter has come! The Holy Ghost from heav'n, the Father's promise giv'n; Oh, spread the tidings round, wherever man is found The Comforter has come!