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;
all that well deserved his anger
he no more will see or heed.
She hath suffered many a day
now her griefs have passed away;
God will change her pining sadness
into ever-springing gladness.
3 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.
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.
|First Line:||Comfort, comfort ye my people|
|Title:||Comfort, Comfort Ye My People|
|Author:||Johannes G. Olearius (1671)|
|Translator:||Catherine Winkworth (1863)|
|Topic:||Jesus Christ: His Advent; Christ: Comforter; Church: Israel of God(5 more...)|
|Composer:||Louis Bourgeois (1551)|
|Arranger:||Henry A. Bruinsma|
see also GENEVAN 42