Praise for the Lord (Expanded Edition) ‎#109

109. 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 men to repentance
Since the kingdom now is here.
O that warning cry obey!
Now prepare for God away;
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 (1671)
• Translator: Catherine Winkworth (1863)
• Meter: 8.7.8.7.77.88
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1997
• Scripture:
  Isaiah 40:1-2

Tune Information

• Name: PSALM 42
• Harmonizer: Claude Goudimel (1565)
• Meter: 8.7.8.7.77.88
• Key: F Major
• Source: Bourgeois's Genevan Psalter, 1551