| Text: | O spread the tidings round |
| Author: | Francis Bottome |
1 O spread the tidings 'round, wherever man is found,
Wherever human hearts and human woes abound;
Let ev'ry Christian tongue proclaim the joyful sound:
Our Lord is Lord of lords.
Chorus:
Of lords, He is the Lord! Divine, the living Word!
His name, the sweetest heard; His will redemption brings;
O spread the tidings 'round, wherever man is found -
The Lord is King of kings.
2 Lo, the great King of kings, with healing in His wings,
To ev'ry captive soul a full deliv'rance brings;
And thro' the vacant cells the song of triumph rings;
Our Lord is King of kings. [Chorus]
3 O boundless love divine! how shall this tongue of mine
To wond'ring mortals tell the matchless grace divine -
That I, in earth's decline should in His image shine!
In Him, the Word of heav'n. [Chorus]
| Text Information | |
|---|---|
| First Line: | O spread the tidings round |
| Author: | Francis Bottome |
| Refrain First Line: | Of lords, he is the Lord |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1966 |