67. Comfort, comfort ye my people

1 Comfort, comfort ye my people,
speak ye peace, thus saith our God;
comfort those who sit in darkness
mourning 'neath their sorrows' load.
Speak ye to Jerusalem
of the peace that waits for them;
tell her that her sins I cover,
and her warfare now is over.

2 Hark, the voice of one that crieth
in the desert far and near,
calling us to new repentance
since the kingdom now is here.
Oh, that warning cry obey!
Now prepare for God a way;
let the valleys rise to meet him,
and the hills bow down to greet him.

3 Make ye straight what long was crooked,
make the rougher places plain;
let your hearts be true and humble,
as befits his holy reign.
For the glory of the Lord
now o'er earth is shed abroad;
and all flesh shall see the token
that the word is never broken.

Text Information
First Line: Comfort, comfort ye my people
Author: Johann G. Olearius, 1611-1684
Translator: Catherine Winkworth, 1827-1878 (alt.)
Meter: 87. 87. 77. 88
Language: English
Publication Date: 1985
Tune Information
Name: PSALM 42
Composer (melody): Claude Goudimel, 1514-1572
Meter: 87. 87. 77. 88
Key: F Major



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