a119. 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 Yea, her sins our God will pardon,
Blotting out each dark misdeed;
That which well deserved His anger
He will not more see or heed.
She hath suffer'd many a day,
Now her griefs have passed away,
God will change her pining sadness
Unto ever springing gladness.

3 For Elijah's voice is crying
In the desert far and near,
Bidding all men 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.

4 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
Original Language: German
Publication Date: 1895
Topic: The Church Year: John the Baptist
Notes: Author from Index: Dr. J. Olearius—Winkworth; Hymn from the German Text: Troestet, troestet, meine Lieben
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