1 Comfort, comfort you my people,
tell of peace, thus says our God;
comfort those who sit in darkness
bowed beneath oppression's load.
Speak you to 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's voice is calling
in the desert far and near,
bidding us to make repentance
since the reign of God is here.
O that warning cry obey!
Now prepare for God a way;
let the valleys rise in meeting
and the hills bow down to greeting.
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 our God
now o'er earth is shed abroad;
and all flesh shall see the token
that God's word is never broken.
|First Line:||Comfort, comfort you my people|
|Title:||Comfort, Comfort You My People|
|Translator:||Catherine Winkworth (1863, alt.)|
|Author:||Johannes G. Olearius (1671)|
|Composer:||Louis Bourgeois (1551)|
|Harmonizer:||Claude Goudimel (1564)|
|Key:||F Major or modal|