The Worshipbook ‎#347

347. Comfort, Comfort You My People

1 Comfort, comfort you my people,
Tell of peace, thus says our God;
Comfort those who sit in darkness,
Mourning 'neath their sorrow’s load.
Speak you 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 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 you 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 his word is never broken.

Amen.

Text Information

• First Line: Comfort, comfort you, my people
• Title: Comfort, Comfort You My People
• Translator: Catherine Winkworth, 1827-1878 (1863, alt.)
• Paraphraser: Johannes Olearius (1671)
• Meter: 8.7.8.7.7.7.8.8.
• Publication Date: 1972
• Scripture:
  Isaiah 40:1-8
• Topic: Christian Year: Advent; Other Observances: Mission; Other Observances: World Peace

Tune Information

• Name: PSALM 42
• Composer or Adapter: Louis Bourgeois (1551)
• Meter: 8.7.8.7.7.7.8.8.
• Key: F Major
• Notes: As in Pilgrim Hymnal, 1958