Oh, Spread the Tidings ’round

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!

Refrain:
The Comforter has come! The Comforter has come!
The Holy Ghost from heaven, the Father’s promise given,
O spread the tidings ’round, wherever man is found:
The Comforter has come!

Lo, the great King of kings, with healing in His wings,
To every captive soul a full deliv’rance brings;
And thro’ the vacant cells the song of triumph rings;
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!