Service Book and Hymnal of the Lutheran Church in America ‎#12

12. Comfort, comfort ye, my people

1 Comfort, comfort ye, my people,
Speak ye peace, thus saith our God;
Comfort those who sit in darkness,
Bowed beneath their sorrow's load;
Of the peace that waits for them
Speak ye to Jerusalem;
Tell her that her sins I cover,
And her warfare now is over.

2 For the herald's voice is crying
In the desert far and near,
Biding all men to repentance,
Since the kingdom now is here.
O, 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 ye 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 o'er earth is shed abroad,
And all flesh shall see the token
That his word is never broken.

Text Information

• First Line: Comfort, comfort ye, my people
• Translator: Catherine Winkworth, 1829-78
• Author: Johannes Olearius, 1611 - 84
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1958
• Topic: The Church Year: Advent

Tune Information

• Name: PSALM 42 (FREU DICH SEHR)
• Meter: 8 7, 8 7, 7 7, 8 8.
• Key: F Major
• Source: Genevan Psalter, 1551.