245--Oh, spread the tidings 'round, wherever man is

Oh, spread the tidings 'round, wherever man is

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	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'