Hymn 223
O spread the tidings round
- 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 Comforter has come!
The Holy Ghost from heav'n, the Father's promise giv'n;
Oh, 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 deliverance brings;
And thro' 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 hell, should in His image shine!
The Comforter has come!
- Sing, till the echoes fiy 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!
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