Psalter Hymnal (Red) ‎#397

397. 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 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
• Title: Comfort, Comfort Ye My People
• Author: Rev. Johannes Olearius (1671)
• Translator: Catherine Winkworth (1863)
• Meter: 8 7 8 7 7 7 8 8
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1934
• Topic: Advent Of Christ; The Church on Earth; Comfort; Coming to Christ; Conversion; Glory And Majesty Of God; Humility; Jerusalem; Kingdom of God; Peace and Rest; Warning

Tune Information

• Name: THIRSTING
• Composer: L. Bourgeois
• Meter: 8 7 8 7 7 7 8 8
• Key: G Major or modal