84. 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 sorrow's 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,
Bidding sinners to 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 His Word is never broken.


Text Information
First Line: Comfort, comfort, ye my people
Title: Comfort, Comfort, Ye My People
Author: Johann Olearius, 1611-1684
Translator: Catherine Winkworth, 1827-1878 (alt.)
Language: English
Publication Date: 2007
Topic: Advent; Assurance; Comfort (10 more...)
Tune Information
Name: GENEVA 42
Key: F Major
Source: Genevan Psalter, 1581

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