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