1 Comfort ye, comfort ye my people, saith your God. 2 Speak to the heart of Jerusalem, and cry unto her, that her time of suffering is accomplished, that her iniquity is pardoned; for she hath received of Jehovah's hand double for all her sins.
O Lord, what peace and rest we find
When Thy blest face we see!
What comfort fills our longing hearts
Whene'er we turn to Thee!