It is always a privilege to sing in worship.
O Spread The Tidings ‘Round
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.
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 through the vacant cells the song of triumph rings; Our Lord is King of kings.
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.
Lord of Our Highest Love