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Oh, spread the tidings 'round, wherever man is

1.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 Lord's dear promise giv'n;
Oh, spread the tidings 'round,
Wherever man is found -
The Comforter has come!
2.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!
3.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!
4.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'