O spread the tidings 'round
Wherever man is found
Wherever human hearts and human woes abound
Let ev'ry mortal 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 o'er 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 wond'ring 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
The Comforter has come

O, come let us adore Him
O, come let us adore Him
O, come let us adore Him
O, come let us adore Him
O, come let us adore Him
O, come let us adore Him