Number: 3
Title: Comfort, Comfort You My People
Composer: Trans. Catherine Winkworth, 1863; alt.Genevan Psalter, 1551
Author: Johannes Olearius, 1671
Scripture: Isaiah 40:1-8
Theme: Advent

1.  Comfort, comfort you my people, 
    Tell of peace, thus says our God;
    Comfort those who sit in darkness 
    Bowed beneath oppression's load.
    Speak you to Jerusalem 
    Of the peace that waits for them;
    Tell them that their sins I cover, 
    And their warfare now is over.

2.  For the herald's voice is calling 
    In the desert far and near,
    Bidding us to make repentance 
    Since the kingdom now is here.
    O that warning cry obey!  
    Now prepare for God a way;
    Let the valleys rise in meeting 
    And the hills bow down in greeting.

3.  Make you straight what long was crooked, 
    Make the rougher places plain;
    Let your hearts be true and humble, 
    As befits God's holy reign.
    For the glory of the Lord 
    Now o'er earth is shed abroad;
    And all flesh shall see the token 
    That God's word is never broken.