1
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!
GOh,
spread the tidings 'round,
man is
Am
found,
human
Em
hearts
and
C
human
woes Let
G
every
Christian
C
tongue
proclaim the
Am
joyful
G
sound:
The Comforter has come,
The Comforter has come!
The Holy Ghost from heav’n,
The Lord’s dear promise giv’n;
Oh, spread the tidings ’round,
Wherever man is found—
The Comforter has come!
The
Em
Holy
C
Ghost
from heav'n,The
D7
Lord's
dear
G
promise
giv'n;Oh,
G7
spread
the
C
tidings
'round,The
G
Comforter
has come!
2
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!
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!
GThe
long, long night is past, the
C
morning
breaks at
Am
last;
And
G
hushed
the dreadful
Em
wail
and
C
fury
of the
D7
blast,
As
G
o'er
the golden
C
hills
the day
Am
advances
G
fast!
The
D7 G
Comforter
has come!
The Comforter has come,
The Comforter has come!
The Holy Ghost from heav’n,
The Lord’s dear promise giv’n;
Oh, spread the tidings ’round,
Wherever man is found—
The Comforter has come!
The
Em
Holy
C
Ghost
from heav'n,The
D7
Lord's
dear
G
promise
giv'n;Oh,
G7
spread
the
C
tidings
'round,The
G
Comforter
has come!
3
Lo, the great King of kings, with healing in His wings,
To every captive soul a full deliv’rance brings;
And through the vacant cells the song of triumph rings:
The Comforter has come!
Lo, the great King of kings, with healing in His wings,
To every captive soul a full deliv'rance brings;
And through the vacant cells the song of triumph rings:
The Comforter has come!
GLo,
the great King of kings, with
C
healing
in His
Am
wings,
To
G
every
captive
Em
soul
a
C
full
deliv'rance
D7
brings;
And
G
through
the vacant
C
cells
the song of
Am
triumph
G
rings:
The
D7 G
Comforter
has come!
The Comforter has come,
The Comforter has come!
The Holy Ghost from heav’n,
The Lord’s dear promise giv’n;
Oh, spread the tidings ’round,
Wherever man is found—
The Comforter has come!
The
Em
Holy
C
Ghost
from heav'n,The
D7
Lord's
dear
G
promise
giv'n;Oh,
G7
spread
the
C
tidings
'round,The
G
Comforter
has come!
4
O boundless love divine! how shall this tongue of mine
To wond’ring mortals tell the matchless grace divine—
That I, a child of hell, should in His image shine!
The Comforter has come!
O boundless love divine! how shall this tongue of mine
To wond'ring mortals tell the matchless grace divine—
That I, a child of hell, should in His image shine!
The Comforter has come!
GO
boundless love divine! how
C
shall
this tongue of
Am
mine
To
G
wond'ring
mortals
Em
tell
the
C
matchless
grace
D7
divine—
That
G
I,
a child of
C
hell,
should in His
Am
image
G
shine!
The
D7 G
Comforter
has come!
The Comforter has come,
The Comforter has come!
The Holy Ghost from heav’n,
The Lord’s dear promise giv’n;
Oh, spread the tidings ’round,
Wherever man is found—
The Comforter has come!
The
Em
Holy
C
Ghost
from heav'n,The
D7
Lord's
dear
G
promise
giv'n;Oh,
G7
spread
the
C
tidings
'round,The
G
Comforter
has come!