O 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!

Refrain

The Com­fort­er has come,
The Com­fort­er has come!
The Ho­ly Ghost from Heav’n,
The Fa­ther’s pro­mise giv’n;
O spread the tid­ings ’round,
Wherever man is found—
The Com­fort­er has come!

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!

Refrain

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!

Refrain

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

Refrain

Sing, till 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!

Refrain