The Comforter Has Come

I'm at home this morning with my son sick with a virus. Yuck! As I was thinking about what all I could do to help ease the pain and discomfort, I remembered how my Mother would just lay her hand on my arm, back or shoulder. That brought some comfort to me while I was sick. So I laid my hand on Monkey's back and rubbed. He told me that helped a little.

While I was up all night with Monkey, I thought about who and what brought me comfort. Then the song The Comforter Has Come, came to mind and I thought -What a COMFORT He is.

Francis(Frank) Bottome was born May 26, 1823, Bel­per, Der­by­shire, Eng­land. He emigrated to America. Mr.Bot­tome be­came a Meth­od­ist Epis­co­pal pastor. Because of his great work, Dick­in­son Coll­ege in Car­lisle, Penn­syl­van­ia, award­ed him an hon­o­ra­ry Doc­tor of Di­vin­i­ty de­gree in 1872.

The Comforter Has Come

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:
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!

Lo, the great King of kings, with healing in His wings,
To ev’ry captive soul a full deliverance brings;
And through the vacant cells the song of triumph rings;
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!

Sing till the echoes fly above the vaulted sky,
And all the saints above to all below reply,
In strains of endless love, the song that ne’er will die:
The Comforter has come!


The Comforter has come, the Comforter has come!
The Holy Ghost from Heav’n, the Father’s promise giv’n;
O spread the tidings ’round, wherever man is found—
The Comforter has come!