Hymn 227: OH, Spread The Tidings Round,

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