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<h2>COMFORT, COMFORT YE MY PEOPLE</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“Comfort ye, comfort ye my people, saith your God.” Isaiah 40:1</h3></p>
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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_o_l_olearius_j.jpg" alt="Johannes Olearius (1611-1684)" width="116" height="148"></td>
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<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_o_l_olearius_j.html" target="_blank">Johannes Olearius</a>, <em>Geistliche Singe-Kunst</em> (Leipzig, Germany: 1671) (<em>Tröstet, tröstet meine Lieben</em>); translated from German to English by <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_w_i_winkworth_c.html" target="_blank">Catherine Winkworth</a> in <em>Chorale Book for England</em>, 1863. Olearius wrote this hymn for St. John the Baptist’s Day (June 24).
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Werde Munter,” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_s_c_schop_j.html" target="_blank">Johann Schop</a>, 1642 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_w_e_werdemun.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<p>Comfort, comfort ye My people,<br>
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Speak ye peace, thus saith our God;<br>
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Comfort those who sit in darkness,<br>
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Mourning ’neath their sorrow’s load;<br>
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Speak ye to Jerusalem<br>
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Of the peace that waits for them;<br>
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Tell her that her sins I cover,<br>
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And her warfare now is over.</p>
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<p>For the herald’s voice is crying<br>
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In the desert far and near,<br>
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Bidding all men to repentance,<br>
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Since the kingdom now is here.<br>
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O that warning cry obey!<br>
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Now prepare for God a way!<br>
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Let the valleys rise to meet Him,<br>
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And the hills bow down to greet Him.</p>
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<p>Yea, her sins our God will pardon,<br>
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Blotting out each dark misdeed;<br>
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All that well deserved His anger<br>
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He will no more see nor heed.<br>
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She has suffered many a day,<br>
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Now her griefs have passed away,<br>
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God will change her pining sadness<br>
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Into ever springing gladness.</p>
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<p>Make ye straight what long was crooked,<br>
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Make the rougher places plain:<br>
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Let your hearts be true and humble,<br>
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As befits His holy reign,<br>
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For the glory of the Lord<br>
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Now o’er the earth is shed abroad,<br>
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And all flesh shall see the token<br>
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That His Word is never broken.</p>
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