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CCLXIX. Comfort, ye ministers of grace

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 shew;
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 desart-souls, prepare his way.

5 The Lord shall clear his way thro' all;
Whate'er obstructs, obstructs in vain;
The vale shall rise, the mountain fall,
Crooked by strait, 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.

Text Information

• First Line: Comfort, ye ministers of grace
• Meter: L. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1790
• Topic: Consolation
• Notes: Now Public Domain.

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