The Comforter Has Come - Jars Of Clay

Spread the tidings round
Wherever man is found
Wherever human hearts, and human w-oes abound
Let every mortal tongue, proclaim the j-oyful 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
adv-ances fast
The Comforter has come
The Comforter has come

Oh boundless love div-ine
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 i-mage shine
The Comforter has come
The Comforter has c-ome
The Comforter has c-ome
The Comforter has come

(Come let us ad-ore Him)
(Oh come let u-s adore Him)
(3X)