1 Comfort, comfort now my people;
speak of peace, so says our God.
Comfort those who sit in darkness,
mourning under sorrow's load.
Cry out to Jerusalem
of the peace that waits for them;
tell them that their sins I cover,
and their warfare now is over.

2 For the herald's voice is crying
in the desert far and near,
calling all to true repentance,
since God's judgement is here.
Oh, that warning cry obey!
Now prepare for God a way!
Let the valleys rise in meeting
and the hills bow down to greeting.

3 Then make straight what long was crooked;
make the rougher places plain.
Let your hearts be true and humble,
as befits a holy reign.
For the glory of our God
now on earth is shed abroad,
and all flesh shall see the token
that God's word is never broken.