Celebrating Grace Hymnal ‎#89

89. 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,
bidding all to true 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
• Title: Comfort, Comfort Ye My People
• Author: Johannes Olearius (1972)
• Translator: Catherine Winkworth (1863, alt.)
• Meter: 8.7.8.7.7.7.8.8
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 2010
• Scripture:
  Isaiah 40:1-5
• Topic: God the Son: Advent; Christian Year-Advent; Comfort; Repentance

Tune Information

• Name: PSALM 42
• Meter: 8.7.8.7.7.7.8.8
• Key: F Major