Verse 1
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 Heaven, the Father’s
promise given;
Oh, spread the tidings round,
wherever man is found
The Comforter Has come!
Verse 2
Lo, the great King of Kings, with
healing His wings,
To ev’ry captive soul a full deliv-
rance brings;
And thro’ the vacant cells the
song of triumph rings;
The Comforter Has come!
Verse 3
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!
Verse 4
Sing, till the echoes fly above the
vaulted sky,
And all the saints above to all be- [low reply,
In strains of endless love, the song
that ne’er will die:
The Comforter has come!
F. Bottome