Author: Johann Olearius, 1611-1684; Catherine Winkworth, 1827-1878 Hymnal: Hymns for a Pilgrim People #84 (2007) Meter: 8.7.8.7.7.7.8.8 Lyrics: 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 Hark, the voice of one that crieth
In the desert far and near,
Bidding sinners 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.
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.
Amen.
Topics: Advent; Advent; Assurance; Comfort; Confidence; Forgiveness; Hope; Humility; Jesus Christ; Kingdom; Peace; Prophets; Reconciliation; Repentance Scripture: Isaiah 40:1-3 Languages: English Tune Title: GENEVA 42
Comfort, Comfort, Ye My People