Oh, Spread The Tidings Round, Wherever Man Is Found Hymn Lyrics

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 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 !