Church Book ‎#119b

119b. Comfort, comfort ye my people

1 Comfort, comfort now 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 For the Herald’s voice is crying
In the desert far and near,
Bidding all men to 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 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
• German Title: Tröstet, tröstet, meine Lieben
• Translator: Miss Cath. Winkworth (1862)
• Author: John Olearius (Oelschlaeger) (1671)
• Meter: 8, 7, 7, 8
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1890
• Topic: Advent; Advent, Third Sunday; Advent, Fourth Sunday; Lent, Third Sunday; Twentieth Sunday after Trinity

Tune Information

• Name: WERDE MUNTER MEIN GEMÜTHE
• Meter: 8, 7, 7, 8
• Key: G Major
• Notes: Composer from index: J. Schop, 1542