The Comforter Has Come

O 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 Fa­ther’s pro­mise giv’n;

O spread the tid­ings ’round

Wherever man is found—

The Com­fort­er has 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!

Lo

the great 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 won­der­ing 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:

The Com­fort­er has come!