Spread the tidings round
Wherever man is found
Wherever human hearts, and human woes abound
Let every mortal tongue, proclaim the joyful sound
The Comforter has come
The long night is past
The morning breaks at last
And hushed the dreadful wail, and fury o-f the blast
As o'er the golden hills, the day
advances fast
The Comforter has come
The Comforter has come
Oh boundless love divine
How shall this tongue of mine (shall this tongue of mine)
To wond'ring mortals tell, the matchless gr-ace divine
That I, a child of hell, in His image shine
The Comforter has come
The Comforter has come
The Comforter has come
The Comforter has come
(Come let us ad-ore Him)
(Oh come let u-s adore Him)
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