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 mighty 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!

Oh, boundless love divine!

How shall this tongue of mine

To wandering mortals tell

The matchless grace divine;

That I may with Him dwell

And in His image shine;

The Comforter has come!

Oh, let 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!