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.
Hark, the voice of one that crieth
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.
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 over 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:||Johann Olearius (1671)|
|Paraphraser:||Catherine Winkworth (1863)|
|Topic:||Christmas; Comfort; Darkness(8 more...)|
|Composer:||Louis Bourgeois (1551)|
|Harmonizer:||Claude Goudimel (1565)|
|MIDI file:||WiS 055 Comfort Comfort Ye My People.mid|
|COMFORT, COMFORT NOW MY PEOPLE (Lift Up Your Hearts 59)|
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|Ten Chorale Improvisations, Set 1||COMFORT, COMFORT YE MY PEOPLE||Comfort, Comfort Ye My People|