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 Holy Ghost from heav’n
The Lord’s dear promise giv’n;
Wherever man is found—
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!
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:
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!
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