One in Faith ‎#365

365. Comfort, Comfort You My People

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

2 Hark! The herald voice is crying
In the desert far and near,
Bidding sinners 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 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.

Text Information

• First Line: Comfort, comfort you my people
• Title: Comfort, Comfort You My People
• Author: Johannes Olerius, 1611-1685
• Translator: Catherine Winkworth, 1827-1878 (alt.)
• Meter: 87 87 77 88
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 2015
• Topic: Advent

Tune Information

• Name: FREU DICH SEHR
• Composer (attributed to): Louis Bourgeois, c. 1510-c. 1561
• Meter: 87 87 77 88
• Key: F Major or modal
• Source: Pseaumes octante trois David, Geneva, 1551