Hymnal: Oh, Spread The Tidings ’round, Wherever Man Is Found
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 heav’n, The Lord’s dear promise giv’n; 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 Lo, the great King of kings, with healing in His wings, To every captive soul a full deliv’rance brings; And through the vacant cells the song of triumph rings: The Comforter has come! 4 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! Lyrics by: Frank Bottome (1823-1894) Music by: William James Kirkpatr