Lutheran Hymnal: 012 - Comfort, Comfort Ye My People

1 “Comfort Comfort Ye My people, Speak ye peace”, thus saith our God: “Comfort those who sit in darkness, Mourning neath their sorrows’ load. Speak ye to Jerusalem Of the peace that waits for them; Tell her that her sins I cover, And her warfare now is over.” 2 Yea, her sins our God will pardon, Blotting out each dark misdeed: All that well deserved His anger He no more will see or heed. She hath suffered many a day, Now her griefs have passed away; God will change her woe and sadness To unfailing joy and gladness. 3 Hark, the herald’s voice is crying In the desert far and near, Calling all men to repentance Since the kingdom now is here. O that warning cry obey: For the Lord prepare the way; Let the valleys rise to meet Him And the hills bow down to greet Him. 4 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.