O spread the tidings round,
Wherever a man is found,
Wherever human hearts and human woes abound,
Let every Christian tongue proclaim the joyful sound;
The Comforter has come.

The long night has past,
The morning breaks at last,
And hushed the dreadful wail and fury of the blast,
As over the golden hills the day advances fast,
The Comforter has come.
The Comforter has come.

O boundless love divine
How shall this tongue of mine,
To wondering mortals tell the matchless grace divine,
That I, a child of hell, in His image shine,
The Comforter has come.
The Comforter has come.
The Comforter has come.