1 Comfort, ye ministers of grace,
Comfort the people of your Lord;
O lift ye up the fallen race,
And cheer them by the gospel word.
2 Go into every nation, go;
Speak to their trembling hearts, and cry,
Glad tidings unto all we show:
Jerusalem, thy God is nigh.
3 Hark! in the wilderness a cry,
A voice that loudly calls, prepare!
Prepare your hearts, for God is nigh,
And means to make his entrance there!
4 The Lord your God shall quickly come;
Sinners, repent, the call obey:
Open your hearts to make him room,
Ye desert souls prepare his way.
5 The Lord shall clear his way through all:
Whate'er obstructs, obstructs in vain;
The vale shall rise, the mountain fall,
Crooked by straight, and rugged plain.
6 The glory of the Lord display'd
Shall all mankind together view,
And what his mouth and truth hath said
His own almighty hand shall do.
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First Line: | Comfort, ye ministers of grace |
Meter: | L. M. |
Publication Date: | 1828 |
Topic: | Kingdom and Church of Christ: Missionary Hymn |