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Comfort, Comfort Now My People (Isaiah 40:1-5)
Author: Johannes G. Olearius; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: Lift Up Your Hearts #59 (2013) Meter: 8.7.8.7.7.7.8.8 First Line: Comfort, comfort now my people Lyrics: 1 Comfort, comfort now my people;
speak of peace: so says our God.
Comfort those who sit in darkness,
mourning under sorrow’s load.
Cry out 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,
calling all to true 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 Then make 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 on earth is shed abroad,
and all flesh shall see the token
that God’s word is never broken.
Topics: Biblical Names and Places Jerusalem; Church Year Advent Scripture: Isaiah 40:1-5 Languages: English Tune Title: FREU DICH SEHR / GENEVAN 42
Comfort, Comfort Now My People (Isaiah 40:1-5)
Over Kidron Jesus Treadeth
Author: Thomas Kingo, 1634-1706 Hymnal: Hymnal and Order of Service #66 (1901) Meter: 8.7.8.7.7.7.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Over Kidron Jesus treadeth
To His passion for us all;
Every human eye be weeping,
Tears of bitter grief let fall!
Round His spirit flock the foes,
Place their shafts and bend their bows,
Aiming at the Saviour solely,
While the world forsakes Him wholly.
2 David once, with heart afflicted,
Crossed o'er Kidron's narrow strand,
Clouds of gloom and grief about him
When an exile from his land.
But, O Jesus, blacker now
Bends the cloud above Thy brow,
Hasting to death's dreary portals
For the shame and sin of mortals.
3 See Him anguish-sticken falling,
Prostrate, and with struggling breath,
Three times on His Father calling,
Praying that the bitter death
And the cup of doom may go;
Still He cries, in all His woe:
"Not My will, but Thine, O Father,"
And the angels round Him gather.
4 See how, in that hour of darkness,
Battling with the evil power,
Agonies untold assail Him,
On His soul the arrows shower;
And the garden flowers are wet
With the drops of bloody sweat,
From His anguished frame distilling--
Our redemption thus fulfilling!
5 But, O flowers, so sadly watered
By this pure and precious dew,
Faith alone can know its power
And your beauty rightly view.
Eden's Garden did not bear
Aught that can with you compare,
For the blood, thus freely given,
Makes my soul the heir of heaven.
6 When as flowers themselves I wither,
When I droop and fade like grass,
When the life-streams through my pulses
Dull and ever duller pass,
When at last they cease to roll,
Then, to cheer my sinking soul,
Grace of Jesus, be Thou given--
Source of Triumph! Pledge of heaven! Topics: Lent Languages: English Tune Title: FRÄLSTA VÄRLD! I NÅDENS UNDER
Over Kidron Jesus Treadeth
Comfort, comfort ye my people
Author: Johann G. Olearius, 1611-1684; Catherine Winkworth, 1827-1878 Hymnal: The Hymnal 1982 #67 (1985) 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 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,
calling us to new 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 the word is never broken. Languages: English Tune Title: PSALM 42
Comfort, comfort ye my people
Who Will Join The Throng To Heaven?
Author: P. C. Paulsen; H. A. Brorson Hymnal: American Lutheran Hymnal #70 (1930) Meter: 8.7.8.7.7.7.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Who will join the throng to heaven?
Come, our Savior calleth thee.
Come while time to thee is given,
Humbly bow to Him the knee.
Turn from sin thy face away,
With the world no longer stray;
Greater things thy soul must treasure
Than the world's vain lust and pleasure.
2 Hast thou spent thy days in chasing
Phantom pleasures luring thee?
Hast thou fondly been embracing
Sin with all its agony?
Oh, then turn to Calvary,
Let the cross thy solace be,
With a heart contrite and lowly
Give thyself to Jesus wholly.
3 He alone can safely guide thee
On the way to yonder shore,
Thou art safe with Him beside thee,
Who hath help for thee in store,
But without Him thou shalt fail;
All thy wisdom, like a tale,
In the final test shall perish;
Jesus only thou must cherish.
4 Come, ye Christians, storms defying,
Courage take from God above,
While on Him alone relying,
One in faith, in hope, in love.
Keep ye Jesus ever near
And His holy name revere.
Help the weak and erring brother,
And in love serve one another.
5 It is time that we be starting,
Death is swiftly drawing nigh;
Time, that we should be departing
For a place with Christ on high.
Take His cross and start today,
For we dare not risk delay;
Come while time to thee is given;
Who will join the throng to heaven?
Topics: The Means of Grace Penitence Languages: English Tune Title: BRORSON
Who Will Join The Throng To Heaven?
Print thine image pure and holy
Author: Jens Christian Aaberg, b. 1877; Thomas Hansen Kingo, 1634 - 1703 Hymnal: Service Book and Hymnal of the Lutheran Church in America #71 (1958) Meter: 8.7.8.7.7.7.8.8 Lyrics: Print thine image pure and holy
On my heart, O Lord of Grace;
So that nothing high nor lowly
Thy blest likeness can efface.
Let the clear inscription be:
Jesus, crucified for me,
And the Lord of all creation,
Be my refuge and salvation.
Amen. Topics: The Church Year Lent; The Church Year Holy Week Languages: English Tune Title: PSALM 42 (FREU DICH SEHR)
Print thine image pure and holy
By the Bier of a Friend
Author: Paul Gerhardt; John Kelly Hymnal: Paul Gerhardt's Spiritual Songs #73 (1867) Meter: 8.7.8.7.7.7.8.8 First Line: On thy bier how calm thou'rt sleeping Lyrics:
On thy bier how calm thou’rt sleeping
Yet thou livest, oh our crown!
Watch eternal art thou keeping,
Standing near thy Saviour’s throne.
Endless joy thy portion now!
Why should tears so freely flow?
What should thus in sorrow sink us?
Up! aright let us bethink us!
Grudge we to our friends their pleasure;
When they laugh, we laugh again;
Bitter tears shed without measure,
When we see them sunk in pain.
When we see them conq’rors come,
From the cross triumphant home;
When is o’er life’s toil and anguish,
Then no more in grief we languish.
Noble heart! in peace now rest thee,
Thou hast vanquish’d every foe,
All afflictions that oppress’d thee,
Overwhelm’d thy heart with woe;
All the toil and misery,
All care and anxiety,
All that made thee sleep in sorrow,
Wake in anguish on the morrow.
God who sendeth all temptations,
Knows the burden each can bear;
He appoints all tribulations,
Who in loving, gracious care,
Sent thee every trial sore
That thou now hast triumphed o’er,
Who hath strength enough to bear it,
Must in larger measure share it.
Hadst thou been at heart a craven,
Shrinking from the chilly blast,
Loving most the quiet haven,
With no cloud the sky o’ercast,
God, the giver of all good,
Never such a grievous load
Of affliction had ordain’d thee,
As dishearten’d oft and pain’d thee.
Triumph now, for thou, victorious
By the pow’r of God most high,
Sonlike in thy strength so glorious,
Walk’st amid the Company
Of the city fair and new,
Which the Lord hath built for you;
With the angels join’st in singing,
Sweetest songs from heart up-springing.
Jesus bids thee cease from weeping
Wipes the tear-drop from thine eye;
Free thy heart from sorrow keeping
All thy need doth He supply.
In thy cup now running o’er
Wishest thou but one thing more,
That thy friends who here still wander
Were thy bliss now sharing yonder.
To the realms we’ll come so glorious,
Out of sorrow into joy;
Thee with myriad saints victorious
See in bliss without alloy.
Oh! how bless’d and fair ’twill be,
When we all shall dwell with Thee;
When is o’er life’s chequer’d story,
And we reign in endless glory.
Languages: English
By the Bier of a Friend
As the Hart, About to Falter
Author: Dewey Westra Hymnal: Psalter Hymnal (Blue) #74 (1976) Meter: 8.7.8.7.7.7.8.8 Topics: Deliverance From Trouble; Hope, Christian; Longing, Spiritual; Persecution Of Believers; Rock, God, Christ, Our; Water of Life; House of God ; Fortress And Retreat, God Our; Communion With God, With Christ Scripture: Psalm 42 Languages: English Tune Title: THIRSTING
As the Hart, About to Falter
Comfort, Comfort Ye My People
Author: Johannes Olearius Hymnal: Hymnal for Church and Home #76 (1927) 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 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 For the Herald's voice is crying
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.
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. Topics: Advent Languages: English Tune Title: [Comfort, comfort ye my people]
Comfort, Comfort Ye My People
Comfort, Comfort Ye My People
Author: Johannes Olearius Hymnal: Hymnal for Church and Home (2nd ed.) #76 (1928) 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 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 For the Herald's voice is crying
In the desert far and near,
Biding 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.
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. Topics: Advent Languages: English
Comfort, Comfort Ye My People
As the Hart, About to Falter
Author: Dewey Westra Hymnal: Psalter Hymnal (Red) #80 (1934) Meter: 8.7.8.7.7.7.8.8 Topics: Help in Afflictions; Communion Service; Deliverance From Trouble; Hope; House of God ; Longing for God or Christ; Opening of Services; Persecution Of Believers; Spiritual Life; Water of Life Scripture: Psalm 42 Languages: English Tune Title: THIRSTING
As the Hart, About to Falter
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