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Sunday, December 14, 2008

Sunday's Hymn: Comfort, Comfort Ye My People

Comfort, comfort ye my people,
Speak ye peace, thus saith our God;
Comfort those who sit in darkness,
Mourning 'neath their sorrow's 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.

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 pining sadness
Into ever-springing gladness.

For the herald's voice is crying
In the desert far and near,
Bidding 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.

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.

Johannes Olearius, 1671
Translated by Catherine Winkworth, 1863
Tune: Thirsting by Louis Bourgeois, 1551
Harmony adapted from Dutch Koraalboek of B. DeVries by Henry A. Bruinsma


ellen b. said...

"Her sins I cover"! What an amazing thing God has done for us...

Willow said...

Now I'm singing "Comfort ye" from Messiah! Blessings to you this Sunday, Dorothy!

AuntE said...

Ooh! A new-to-me hymn. Thank you. I will have to look up this tune.