203. The Comforter Has Come

O, spread the tidings round,
Where ever man is found,
Where ever human hearts,
And human woes abound;
Let every Christian tongue,
Proclaim the joyful sound;
The Comforter has come!

* CHORUS
The Comforter has come,
The Comforter has come!
The Holy Ghost form heaven,
The Father’s promise giv’n;
O spread the tidings round,
Where ever man is found,
The Comforter is come!*

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!

Behold, the 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!

O boundless Love divine!
How shall this tongue of mine,
To wond’ring mortals tell,
The matchless grace divine,
That I, a child of sin,
Should in his image shine!
The Comforter has come!

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;