1. O spread the ti- dings 'round, wher- ev- er man is found, Wher- ev- er hu- man hearts and hu- man woes a- bound; Let ev- 'ry Chris- tian tongue pro- claim the joy- ful sound: The Com- fort- er has come! The Com- fort- er has come, The Com- fort- er has come! The Ho- ly Ghost from heav'n, The Fa- ther's pro- mise giv'n; O spread the ti- dings 'round, Wher- ev- er man is found: The Com- fort- er has come!

2. The long, long night is past, the morn- ing breaks at last, And hush'd the dread- ful wail and fu- ry of the blast, As o'er the gold- en hills the day ad- vanc- es fast! The Com- fort- er has come!

3. Lo, the great King of kings, with heal- ing in His wings, To ev- 'ry cap- tive soul a full de- liv- 'rance brings; And thro' the va- cant cells the song of tri- umph rings; The Com- fort- er has come!

4. O bound- less love di- vine! how shall this tongue of mine To wond- 'ring mor- tals tell the match- less grace di- vine; That I, a child of hell, should in His im- age shine! The Com- fort- er has come!

5. Sing, till the ech- oes fly a- bove the vault- ed sky, And all the saints a- bove to all be- low re- ply, In strains of end- less love the song that ne'er will die: The Com- fort- er has come!