As we continue into our second week of Advent, here is another favorite hymn to share with you. I pray that this busy time of year is filled with devotion and moments of peace.
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 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.
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.
Hark, the Herald's voice is crying In the dessert far and near,
Bidding all men to repentance Since the Kingdom now is here.
Oh, 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,
