295. Comfort, Comfort, O My People

1 Comfort, comfort, O my people,
Speak of peace, now says our God;
Comfort those who sit in darkness,
Mourning 'neath their sorrow's load.
Speak unto Jerusalem
Of the peace that waits for them;
Tell of all the sins I cover,
And that warfare now is over.

2 Hark, the voice of one who's crying
In the desert far and near,
Bidding all to full repentance
Since the kingdom now is here.
O 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 O make 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, O my people
Title: Comfort, Comfort, O My People
Author: Johann G. Olearius, 1611-1684
Translator: Catherine Winkworth, 1827-1878
Meter: 87 87 88
Language: English
Publication Date: 2012
Scripture: ; ;
Topic: The Liturgical Year: Advent (Sundays and Weekdays); The Liturgical Year: The Nativity of St. John the Baptist (June 24)
Tune Information
Name: GENEVA 42
Composer: Claude Goudimel, ca. 1514-1472
Key: F Major or modal
Source: Genevan Psalter, 1551

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