CH1941, Hymn #526

Verse 1
0, 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!

Verse 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!

Verse 3
O boundless Love divine!
How shall this tongue of mine
To wondering mortals tell
The matchless grace divine—
That I, a child of sin,
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 below reply,
In strains of endless love,
The song that ne'er will die:
The Comforter has come!